Stop Being Perfect

I don't know what people are up to I may be daft but I had a dream When you and I sat down above On a frozen cloud We sang it aloud We never made a sound I had something real to tell you You scribbled on your palm I followed your finger We looked down to see The sails were moving... The sails were moving... Wake up, the faces are talking What's the plan, am I finally shut out? I recall talk talking to All the shiny mouths And sticky black tongues The working week's a drag I had something real to tell you You scribbled on your palm I followed your finger We looked down to see The sails were moving... The sails were moving... I don't know what people are up to I may be daft but I had a dream Where you and I sat down above On a frozen cloud We sang it aloud We never made a sound I had something real to to tell you You scribbled on your palm I followed your finger We looked down to see The sails