"A Perfect Day" lyrics
OK, just a perfect day
The sunlight drapes across the sheets
A golden hush, so warm and sweet
The scent of coffee, rich and deep
A gentle stretch from restful sleep
Birdsong weaves through open air
A melody soft, beyond compare
The toast is crisp and the butter melts
The morning hums, no rush is felt
I step outside the breeze is light
The world is bathed in golden white
The flowers bloom, the pavement glows
The city hums, the kindness flows
A neighbour smiles, a soft hello
No hurried steps, just time to flow
The bus arrives as if it knew
There's a vacant seat with the perfect view
Ideas bloom like whispered streams
No tangled thoughts, just weightless dreams
Each task a glide, no stress inside
Lunch is fresh and the light is kind
The laughter drifts from desk to desk
A harmony that feels so blessed
The clock moves gently, never late
No rushing fate, just open gates
The trees sway slow, the sky stays wide
No storm in sight, no need to hide
Green lights glow, a whispered grace
No traffic jams, no need to race
The key turns smooth, the door swings wide
Home awaits, arms open wide
Dinner hums with scents divine
Candlelight and love entwined
The moonlight glows, the stars shine bright
The world exhales, a perfect night
Sheets like clouds, the air just right
No second thoughts just sleep so tight
The alarm clock screams, a blaring sound
I slap it off and I sink back down
The coffee's burnt, the toast is stale
The morning air feels cold and pale
No neighbours nod, no friendly waves
The streets a haze of honking rage
The bus crawls in, it's packed and dull
I squeeze inside, the air feels null
The office hums, but out of tune
Just lifeless screens and dumb buffoons
The words fall flat, the laughs don't land
Lunch is rushed and the taste is bland
The clock moves slow, the work extends
Another day that never ends
The sun fades fast, the wind cuts deep
The streets turn dark and the city weeps
Dinner's dull, the room is dead
The TV drones, fuck with my head
The bed feels cold, the night drags on
And all the pride I had is gone
No dreams to chase, no plans, no spark
Just lying sleepless in the dark
I think I'm finally losing it
God I hate this fucking shit!
The sunlight drapes across the sheets
A golden hush, so warm and sweet
The scent of coffee, rich and deep
A gentle stretch from restful sleep
Birdsong weaves through open air
A melody soft, beyond compare
The toast is crisp and the butter melts
The morning hums, no rush is felt
I step outside the breeze is light
The world is bathed in golden white
The flowers bloom, the pavement glows
The city hums, the kindness flows
A neighbour smiles, a soft hello
No hurried steps, just time to flow
The bus arrives as if it knew
There's a vacant seat with the perfect view
Ideas bloom like whispered streams
No tangled thoughts, just weightless dreams
Each task a glide, no stress inside
Lunch is fresh and the light is kind
The laughter drifts from desk to desk
A harmony that feels so blessed
The clock moves gently, never late
No rushing fate, just open gates
The trees sway slow, the sky stays wide
No storm in sight, no need to hide
Green lights glow, a whispered grace
No traffic jams, no need to race
The key turns smooth, the door swings wide
Home awaits, arms open wide
Dinner hums with scents divine
Candlelight and love entwined
The moonlight glows, the stars shine bright
The world exhales, a perfect night
Sheets like clouds, the air just right
No second thoughts just sleep so tight
The alarm clock screams, a blaring sound
I slap it off and I sink back down
The coffee's burnt, the toast is stale
The morning air feels cold and pale
No neighbours nod, no friendly waves
The streets a haze of honking rage
The bus crawls in, it's packed and dull
I squeeze inside, the air feels null
The office hums, but out of tune
Just lifeless screens and dumb buffoons
The words fall flat, the laughs don't land
Lunch is rushed and the taste is bland
The clock moves slow, the work extends
Another day that never ends
The sun fades fast, the wind cuts deep
The streets turn dark and the city weeps
Dinner's dull, the room is dead
The TV drones, fuck with my head
The bed feels cold, the night drags on
And all the pride I had is gone
No dreams to chase, no plans, no spark
Just lying sleepless in the dark
I think I'm finally losing it
God I hate this fucking shit!
Writer(s): Bård Torstensen, Jocke Skog, Zak Tell
