Touché - Albert Hammond Jr

Out of the cage you come running at me

Died seven times before we could agree

Now that we’re not perfect we have to be good

Now that we’re not perfect it’s misunderstood

They wiggled a finger that puts you in place

Your neighbor complained of the noises we make

Now that we’re not perfect we have to be good

Now that we’re not perfect it’s misunderstood

I write to you

With the words of a few

They have mastered the use

Of the language we use

«I forgave you long before I met you

For the things that you were bound to do»

Now that we’re not perfect we have to be good

Now that we’re not perfect we’re misunderstood

When I’m tired you make me smile with your eyes

Though my heart beats witness to the teeth that have lied

Are you tough?

Did you open your mouth?

Like a rotting flag I age without sound

Now that we’re not perfect we can be good

Now that we’re not perfect we’re misunderstood

Now that we’re not perfect we have to be good

Now that we’re not perfect it’s misunderstood

The paint from your walls

Was dripping on top of your feet

The paint from your walls

Was dripping on top of your feet

The paint from your walls

Was dripping on top of your feet

The paint from your walls

Was dripping on top of your feet feet