Have found friends by a grave
Drinking a beer and the day is still here
I go out and buy food
Buying cigarettes and calling a plug
Hear a choir sing so happily
Thinking, Now Ill buy a cat
Driving down the E4, doing speed
In a park playing chess
The fog disappears, the fog disappears
I take percocets, no demands
I was a slave, to my love, a slave
With you its a perfect day
Perfect day
A perfect day
A perfect day
Disappears, disappears, disappears
I take the red line to Norsborg
No Fluoxetine, no sorrow
Your bra lies on my floor
The time is almost twelve oclock
Making coffee, listening to the radio
Sitting on my balcony
Drinking coffee out of a thermos
In the woods
Perfect day
A perfect day
A perfect day
Disappears, disappears, disappears