When it feels right, it feels right.

Sometimes, instead of working through I just give up. Sometimes, a good enough is never good enough.

Vision seen through ideal's eye. An almost isn't gonna satisfy. Two odd numbers can't divide. Evens, nought or five.

That's not perfection. Will we ever get the time to work out why?
I want perfection 'cause when it feels right it feels right.

An empty glass not one half full, all or nothing foundation. Touching fingertips on parallel lines at right angles.

The parts divisible, add together; should equal.
1456 manuscripts. Three, three, five, five, nought, three, three six.

Perfection. Will we ever get the time to work out why?
Cause I want perfection, when it feels right it feels right.

That's not perfection. Will we ever get the time to work out why?
I want perfection 'cause when it feels right it feels right.

How can we see a lighter side of it if it's dark tonight? It's so dark tonight.
Real art might show us our real selves but do we want to be told what to be?

So we all raise our voices and we won't sleep; 'cause so many shout when so few have to speak. Distance and time can fade memory. If it happened to you, it didn't happen to me.

It didn't happen to me.

Children learn fear quickly and adults rarely forget. OAPs read obituaries to see who they outlast.

We're all obsessed with the stories of accident and casualty.
My heart broken, my hand's empty, direct romance and comedy.

So we all raise our voices and we won't sleep; 'cause so many shout when so few have to speak. Distance and time can fade memory. If it happened to you, it didn't happen to me.

My heart broken, my hand's empty, direct romance and comedy.

It didn't happen to me.

A customer unsatisfied, my goals destroyed by endless appetite with a consumption focused social life. My ghosts of satisfaction are pursued by my ghosts of real desires. If something's free they'll merchandise; demand shouldn't overcome supply. Art and wisdom compromised by companies who advertise as modern culture takes a hit from product placement salesmanship.

It's part desire, part jealousy for things I want and things I need. Convince myself I'll be happy once I've got all the things that I think I need.

I buy my debt with credit cards, online purchase, catalogues.
High stores and postage costs, all empty my bank account.

Diluted faith without concern. The broadest art in broadest terms. All sacrifice all but ignored; I won't say please 'cause I just want more. Soon as an end is getting near the quicker it just disappears. High culture's religion will succeed 'cause we get all the things that we think we need.

I want all the things that I think I need.

Who'd turn down experience?
You know reality is less intense.
"Can you feel it yet?"
Feeling stoned and in stone set, stuck in adolescence with a crowd of strangers so affectionate.

I don't need this to feel like dancing, my eyes unfocused on the ground.
I don't this to feel like music is more than sounds; it's more than sound.
I don't need this to hear you talking; I don't need this to talk to you.
I don't need this to feel we're closer and you don't need this to feel it too.

A salesman of science who knows the disease, drawing a line at excess instead of legality. Change the variable cause, measure the effect. Controlled conditions are important for experiment.

"Can you feel it yet?"

Thinking of less scientific times but I can never go back to mine. When there were real heroes on cartoon shows belief could be sustained. Now I know there's not always an answer 'cause some things can't be explained.

I remember when we were still young.

That time when we got scared over nothing or how I thought that it used to be black and white. I must've thought that they just invented colour, or something but I still reckon my dad could chin anyone in a fight.

That time we got kicked out of the movies we used the fire escape to sneak right back in. I'd check under my bed before I'd get in it. I played a sore loser because played our games to win. I remember my cuts and bruises and how I got every scar, Sega and Nintendo and throwing stones at cars. Now there are no easy answers, so we just hold our tongues. What happened to the heroes who remembered when we were still young?