Perfect Timing - Hurts

Dead and buried in an open grave

In a backstreet bar on the champs elysees

A face in the middle of a broken frame

Looking back at me

And I don’t know where I belong

But I feel like moving on

And I saw your face through the night

We were in the wrong place

But it was perfect timing

In this dark room, you led me to the light

We were in the wrong place

But it was perfect timing

Caught in the middle but you came my way

Locked in a prison of my own mistakes

Dumbstruck by a riddle but you came to solve it

With your style and grace

And I don’t know where I went wrong

But I feel like moving on

And I saw your face through the night

We were in the wrong place

But it was perfect timing

In this dark room, you led me to the light

We were in the wrong place

But it was perfect timing

Perfect timing

In the wrong place at the right time

In the wrong place at the right time

And I saw your face through the night

We were in the wrong place

But it was perfect timing

In this dark room, you led me to the light

We were in the wrong place

But it was perfect timing

We were in the wrong place

But it was perfect timing