Perfect Past Lyrics

Tear yourself away from this

I checked it twice, we didn't make the list

Light a candle for weary bones

I'll catch up later on the telephone

Someone tell me what it means

You sleep all night and you never dream

I put a price on being true

So I know I'll follow through

Now I'm back to what's the point

Bitter drinks and copper coins

Someone tell me what it's for

You're always talking with your eyes on the door

A pattern rich with dividing lines

You measured once and you still cut twice

Imagine if we take it back

Here's a toast to a perfect past

Someone tell me what it does

Other than smoke, spark and buzz