The Perfect Crime - The Lucksmiths

The sun is on the hilltop

Casting shadows on things below

The afternoon has left the valley cold

I raise my eyebrows and grip the dashboard

You take the bends like you built the road

This is the road you travel

Every time you come home

The vision awe-inspiring

Reception is very poor

We listen to tapes rewinding slow

This is always exciting

When we happen to get along

But we seem to end up fighting

It’s just an hour or two too long

Too long

This is the perfect crime

When the creek is high

On poplar trees the turning leaves

Pass the time

We’re always asking questions

Casting doubts on the things we know

The afternoon has left the valley cold

If this is a lesson in life

If this is a test of love

I’ll circle letter D — all of the above

Because that’s close enough

Close enough

This is the perfect crime

When the creek is high

On poplar trees the turning leaves

Pass the time

You left your sentence open

You left without a sound

The words we kept unspoken

Bury them in the ground