Perfect Place Lyrics - Madness

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, a pixies 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 ...