This is a perfect day The morning was meek I, on this perfect day Am equally weak The sky looks gray The clouds look mean A darker day I've never seen no light We parted yesterday My manner was cold But now I find today I'm not quite as bold Ironically, your photograph Just stares at me It doesn't laugh or cry Why do I contrive my own unhappy fate All my life I'll die for melancholy bait Slowly the fading light Of this afternoon Turns into endless night Without any moon A night designed for those resigned Oppressive as an old cathedral tune Why do I contrive my own unhappy fate All my life I'll die for melancholy bait Slowly the fading light Of this afternoon Turns into endless night Without any moon A night designed for those resigned Oppressive as an old cathedral tune