This is a perfect day
The morning was meek
I, on this perfect day
Am equally weak
The sky looks gray
The clouds look mean
A darker day
I've never seen no light
We parted yesterday
My manner was cold
But now I find today
I'm not quite as bold
Ironically, your photograph
Just stares at me
It doesn't laugh or cry
Why do I contrive my own unhappy fate
All my life I'll die for melancholy bait
Slowly the fading light
Of this afternoon
Turns into endless night
Without any moon
A night designed for those resigned
Oppressive as an old cathedral tune
Why do I contrive my own unhappy fate
All my life I'll die for melancholy bait
Slowly the fading light
Of this afternoon
Turns into endless night
Without any moon
A night designed for those resigned
Oppressive as an old cathedral tune