Head full of songs, more then I can give to bands so I started recording with my living room studio. Try to put my symfonic rock background into a pop format
A perfect partner. House with garden
Nice car. Job. Everything top
And then I came in, filling in some gaps
Making love, but then I made your worldview collapse
You almost had a perfect life
Tried to make you understand how blessed that you were
“Yes you said, but did you do? Heading at a transfer
Only eyes for me. Imperfect, struggling, strange
I had to stop the fun [] You had to rearrange
You almost had a perfect life
You almost had a perfect, perfect, per per
Suddenly the house with garden empty
A perfect life became a hospital life
Suddenly understood what I tried to make you
understand now got the clue
Everything has its time and space
all its ground, all its space
Everything has its time and space
all its blessings, all its grace
all its season, all its phase
