Lyrics Legs are out the door Tapes records are stored What’s it to you? If I can’t give anymore Look at the fragile Broken pieces of tiles Falling into what we know as love It’s hard, oh. He’s Falling from the balcony of shame And there’s no one to blame He’s shattering down to shades of blue And the one he knows is gone He’s surely not that perfect but does perfect really exist? If the moon does not reflect, Do you think it persists? But he knows that somehow, somewhere He’ll be okay, he’ll be stronger soon. He’s somewhere in between Reality and his dream Like a compass that doesn’t point anywhere A clock that can’t tell time A Comedian with no lines Falling into what we know as hope It’s hard, oh. He’s surely not that perfect, but does perfect really exist? If the trust I gave defect, do you think you can fix? But he knows that somehow, somewhere He’ll be okay, he’s better, now. He’s surely not that perfect, but does perfect really exist? If the trust I gave defect, do you think you can fix? But he knows that somehow, somewhere He’ll be okay, he’s better, now.