The Perfect Song - Color Theory

As I woke up today I heard the perfect song

I tried to write it down but I knew all along

There were no real notes or lyrics in my dream

Only the echo of a universal theme

What does it mean?

Somehow I know the perfect song is about love

What else is closer to perfection in this life?

Not like a Friday party Sunday sing-a-long

More like an early bedtime lonesome Tuesday song

Just the other day I was addicted to the ordinary

Just the other day all my emotion was imaginary

Just the other day

Then the perfect song washed through me

Filled my heart with tragic beauty

Now I hear the perfect song in everything

Sometimes a hint of music plays inside my head

I think I know just what it is but then instead

I realize it’s not a song I’ve ever known

But it’s a perfect start to what will be my own

Perfect alone

But the perfection loses focus as I write

And my most passionate reflections come off trite

Even a melody that makes me swoon and sway

Lingers a moment then the feeling fades away

I love you more than I can ever express

In anything but the perfect song

That’s why it breaks my heart to tell it to you

In anything but the perfect song

Anything, anything, anything

I would do anything

For you