Sunlight streams
Through the billowing curtains
The scent of pastries wafting through the April morning air
In the din of the city
Wouldn't I be pretty keen to lose myself in noise
And miss the birds sing love songs
To their dashing, feathered boys
Something 'bout the bustling scene
Distracts my heart from missing
The one I've yet to meet
I'll find him waiting on this street
On an almost perfect morning
I wanna go
Where the cable cars chime
And bask in golden warmth of lovers' springtime
Strolling down our boulevard
I see glimpses of my fantasy
'Till then I'll drink my coffee
And I'll dream of what could be
Distant bells and quaint hotels
The buskers' soft performing
Alone in just my thoughts
I think I might as well get
Lost in this almost perfect morning
Almost perfect morning
Strolling down our boulevard
I see glimpses of my fantasy
Alone in just my thoughts
I think I might as well get
Lost in this almost perfect morning
Almost perfect morning
Almost perfect morning
Almost perfect morning
Almost perfect morning