[bad word] alive
Inside the light of the unexpected
Maybe I thrive
Outside [bad word] zone.
What is a prize without a fight?
Yeah, I got addicted
To what I thought I wanted
And all along

I’ve been walking asleep
Dreaming awake
Finding I bend but I don’t break
Almost a sinner
Nearly a saint
Finding with every breath I take
I’m not afraid of making mistakes
Sometimes it’s wrong before it’s right
That’s what you call a perfect life

Gathering thorns
From the stems of a thousand roses
Weathering storms
On the long way home.
I look for the sweet
In every bitter moment tasted
In every last mistake
I see the other side

I’ve been walking asleep
Dreaming awake
Finding I bend but I don’t break
Almost a sinner
Nearly a saint
Finding with every breath I take
I’m not afraid of making mistakes
Sometimes it’s wrong before it’s right
That’s what you call a perfect
That’s what you call a perfect
That’s what you call a perfect life

I’ve been walking asleep
Dreaming awake
Finding I bend but I don’t break
Almost a sinner
Nearly a saint
Finding with every breath I take
I’m not afraid of making mistakes
Sometimes it’s wrong before it’s right
And that’s what you call a perfect
That’s what you call a perfect
And that’s what you call a perfect life.