One day
You’re a dove
And then the next day
You’re a hawk circling above
Up where
There’s a shortage of love
But somehow you get by
How do we get by

One day
You’ll be fine
And then the next day
You’ll be trailing behind
By way
Of a faulty design
But somehow it works out
Somehow it works out
Somehow it works out


You’re just perfect
For the imperfect world