(Verse 1)

In a world that spins like ribbons,

Where the sun kisses the sea,

We ponder over fleeting whispers,

What does it mean to be free?

Is it the laughter shared in silence,

The sparkle in an honest eye?

Or the gentle warmth of hands entwined,

As the moments drift on by?

(Chorus)

What is perfect? Oh, can you say?

Is it the light that guides our way?

Is it the dream that leaves us breathless,

Or the imperfections we embrace, no less?

What is perfect? Is it in the flaws,

In broken hearts or silent applause?

What is perfect? Tell me now,

Is it simply living in the here and how?

(Verse 2)

In the echoes of our memories,

Where time weaves a tapestry,

We find the beauty in the cracking,

In the way we learn to see.

Is it the sunrise painting mountains,

The rivers that run wild and free?

Or in the quiet of a forest,

Where the whispers tell our story?

(Chorus)

What is perfect? Oh, can you say?

Is it the light that guides our way?

Is it the dream that leaves us breathless,

Or the imperfections we embrace, no less?

What is perfect? Is it in the flaws,

In broken hearts or silent applause?

What is perfect? Tell me now,

Is it simply living in the here and how?

(Bridge)

What is perfect? Is it simply gold?

A sunset over fields of marigold?

Is it the moments that we treasure,

The harmony found in nature’s measure?

What is perfect? Just an ideal,

In every heartbeat, it's how we feel.

(Chorus)

What is perfect? Oh, can you say?

Is it the light that guides our way?

Is it the dream that leaves us breathless,

Or the imperfections we embrace, no less?

What is perfect? Is it in the flaws,

In broken hearts or silent applause?

What is perfect? Tell me now,

Is it simply living in the here and how?

(Outro)

Perfection… perfection is not a place we’ll find.

In every laugh, in every tear,

It’s the love we give that’s truly clear.

What is perfect, I tell you,

It’s the sunrise on a morning dew,

The mountains standing tall and grand,

The ocean’s waves caressing sand.

It’s the wildflower’s bloom in the spring,

The joy in every little thing.

What is perfect? Let the answer flow, flow flow...