Perfect Timing - Hurts

　　Dead and buried in an open grave

　　In a backstreet bar on the champs elysees

　　A face in the middle of a broken frame

　　Looking back at me

　　And I don't know where I belong

　　But I feel like moving on

　　And I saw your face through the night

　　We were in the wrong place

　　But it was perfect timing

　　In this dark room, you led me to the light

　　We were in the wrong place

　　But it was perfect timing

　　Caught in the middle but you came my way

　　Locked in a prison of my own mistakes

　　Dumbstruck by a riddle but you came to solve it

　　With your style and grace

　　And I don't know where I went wrong

　　But I feel like moving on

　　And I saw your face through the night

　　We were in the wrong place

　　But it was perfect timing

　　In this dark room, you led me to the light

　　We were in the wrong place

　　But it was perfect timing

　　Perfect timing

　　In the wrong place at the right time

　　In the wrong place at the right time

　　And I saw your face through the night

　　We were in the wrong place

　　But it was perfect timing

　　In this dark room, you led me to the light

　　We were in the wrong place

　　But it was perfect timing

　　We were in the wrong place

　　But it was perfect timing