Perfect Fit

[Verse 1]
What was I missing back when we rubbed shoulders?
That we could be perfect fit?
Was there a lesson hidden under boulders?
Was I expected to lift it?

[Verse 2]
Too many people lookin' in the window
How can we think anymore?
And if the devil is a diligent farmer
He's gonna knock at the door

[Verse 3]
And on the days I wondered how we'd get there
I mush have felt a kind of bliss
But when we build suspension and it lingers
There could be something to be missed

[Verse 4]
You had a vision of a delicate timbre
To match the beauty with suspense
So much that in the days of grandiose thunder
There was no place it could exist

[Outro]
.....Hold me.....
How could we be a perfect fit?