Freddie Yates - Perfect Lyrics

The creeks run door to door
Just a stone's throw from the other shore
But I've hoarded up and lined my pockets
With too much to swim
These streets run out to sea
Carrying flagships down an asphalt stream
Filled with notebooks, notions, hocus-pocus
Placebos and time
I want to trust the process
But can't give up control yet
(Move the clock an hour back)
I want to trust the process
I can't go home empty handed
(Move the clock an hour back)
Though it's not perfect
It's not worthless
Though it's not perfect
It's not worthless
It's overdue, but few get through
The eleventh floor has the nicest view
But there's no solace in acrimony
I want to trust the process
Be blind to whatever comes next
I want to trust the process
I won't go home empty handed
Though it's not perfect
It's not worthless
(Move the clock an hour back)
Though it's not perfect
It's not worthless
(Move the clock an hour back)