got a full blown standard to question outright now find something to believe in shared a million secrets that all broke one night damned bad job of concealment sometimes here and sometimes gone when the mainline blows stay sidetracked it's safe to say that perfection is created it perfectly scars and digs deep under skin been at all-time highs and all-time lows sometimes barely maintaining it's strange that to go and shutdown sometimes can be so damned relieving rain on the face can cleanse so deep it will bring a lost feeling right back it's safe to say that perfection is created it perfectly scars and digs deep under skin as the wind blows away the words who's left to blame? take a ride on the back near the switch and make good time without a hint of leaving be from many places be from here see what to see then wander alone steel rails hum find the cure then fall right back it's safe to say that perfection is created it perfectly scars and digs deep under skin as the wind blows away the words who's left to blame?