Perfect Song Lyrics

I dreamt of a perfect song

I can't remember it can't hum along

No hallelujah chorus accompanying a gong

For me

But I remember how it made me feel

Flush with sentiment, completely healed

Quixotic enough to think we might prevail

Mon ami

So I put that shit on repeat

Didn't have no words spoke to me telepathically

It made me like guitar again, who would think

What a relief

I also dreamt of a synagogue

One in Pop's apartment that I missed all along

The Hassids rented it out to a musical

Finally

There's a director in the family

I thought that she might want to talk to me

Cause you know that we both make stuff and that makes sense to me

But her dad once told me that he might go and steal my IP

So I had to go and forge my own conceit

Walk the razor's edge of competing ideologies

And prove the unproven that's already been proven you see

By folks who don't look like me or talk like me or think like me they can barely breathe but