Lyrics
All these imperfect things
I see these imperfect things
It's all around me
It's everything I've come to
Breathe and know
All these imperfect things
I hear these imperfect things
The sound of the earth
Moving beneath my feet
Gravel that grovels
(Of trouble, trouble)
Where do I go?
Where can I run?
There's nothing new
Under this sun
I am an imperfect thing
I am the imperfect thing
Broken and breathing
I hiss and I sneer
I tear and I tear
I am the imperfect thing
I am the imperfect thing
I'm fickle and freckled
My heart's split and speckled
I'm made of dust
Where do I go?
Where can I run?
There's nothing new
Under this sun
Where do I go?
Where can I run?
What's said is said
What's done is done
Jonathan Cho
O/B/O DistroKid