Perfect Time - Archers of Loaf

The truth be told you cant play much, cant play slow.

Forgive me I owe them this swollen joke.

Oozing from your throats that clutters and control.

Since you busted every window and knocked down every door

Cut up every alleyway and smoking every whore.

You turn a colder shoulder to the suture we kept close.

You turn a concrete answer into a simple yes or no, no, no, yes, no Lets fall behind in perfect time.

Wont you stay a while?

were counting on you.

So sad to say youve gone away,

Without a trace or two.

There is no perfect time too fast or slow, standard versus strong (?)

There is no perfect time.

there is no perfect place.

No picture perfect face with picture perfect clothes in picture perfect pose.

Lets fall behind in perfect time.

Wont you stay a while?

were counting on you.

So sad to say youve gone away,

Without a trace or two.