Madness — Perfect Place

Recession a perfect fit Makes no difference where he sits Not since they cut the ties Put some sadness in his eye Promises come and go Soak the sun in drifts of snow A qualified butt-collector Working for the private sector He's seen them go Without a trace This could be it The perfect place They took the plans from up my sleeve By an architect, on New Years Eve There it goes, a new bronze tower Washed away with an April shower He's seen them go Without a trace This could be it The perfect place But when you've gone I'm still here the only one My eyes and my ears Will be here 'til I'm gone And it's still the perfect place To rest a tired and weary face And it's still the perfect place To lose your soul with a trace A lived-in face with a root Of matted hair, a smiling tooth A dirty hand he picks his nose Scratches underneath his clothes He's seen them go Without a trace This could be it The perfect place He's seen them go Without a trace This must be it ...