In a perfect morning of nothings
Everything got blurry
Anything could be the clue
The key to your locked heart

You’re so perfect
So perfect for me
So perfect for you
Somewhere someone is getting an award right now

I am so perfect 
So perfect for you
Perfect curves cut from stone
A heart made of stone

I try so hard to be as clever as you are
I try so hard to open that locked heart
So hard I cant see through
That glass wall, foggy from all our moaning

In that perfect morning
We tore down every wall and every matter
You cut through stones
And I made the curve in time

But yet work is always what you make of it
Bricks can be pieces to make wonders off
Or to build walls by
Glass walls can show you the truth
Or stop you from getting too close
Stones could be perfect
Or just simple stones