There's a meadow in my perfect world
Where wind dances the branches of a tree
Casting leopard spots of light
Across the face of a pond
The tree stands tall and grand and alone
Shading the world beneath it
It is here, in the cradle of all I hold dear
I guard every memory of you
And when I find myself frozen
In the mud of the real
Far from your loving eyes
I will return to this place
Close mine, and take solace
In this simple perfection of knowing you
In my perfect world
It is here, in the mud of the real (real [?x])
It is here
In the mud of the real
In my perfect world
I guard every memory of you
In the mud of the real
There's a meadow in my perfect world
Where wind dances the branches of a tree
Casting leopard spots of light
Across the face of a pond
The tree stands tall and grand and alone
Shading the world beneath it
It is here, in the cradle of all I hold dear
I guard every memory of you
And when I find myself frozen
In the mud of the real
Far from your loving eyes
I will return to this place
Close mine, and take solace
In this simple perfection of knowing you