None is just where one pretends and wonders
Counting for a Perfect World to mind us.

One can be a word that count as lonely,
Two can be as lonely as each can be.
Searching and pretending,
As we wonder each through this world,
Can we ever know, where hearts go ?

Three is ever perfec just as clear minds,
Four till nine is given to one who finds,
Searching and pretending
We'll never know.
Can't we say hello ?

Do we still just look to count,
Until we face each mount.
Worlds make such a part with love.
For we know all what accounts,
Just show, just announce.

If we add the fractions to the simple answer
Then each love will figure to one Perfect World.

None is just where one pretends and wonders
Counting for a Perfect World to mind us.

If we add the fractions to the simple answer
Then each love will figure to one Perfect World.

None is just where one pretends and wonders
Counting for a Perfect World to mind us.

None is just where one pretends and wonders
Counting for a Perfect World to mind us.