Perfection is all there ever is
When I see the perfection in the sound of a stone hitting the ground
When I see the perfection in the soft petals of a wild flower
I know
That perfection is all there ever is
It cannot be any other way
When I see the perfection in the sound of a stone hitting the ground
When I see the perfection in the soft petals of a wild flower
I know
That perfection is all there ever is
It cannot be any other way