Imperfections

Another song. Yeah, I know, it's starting to get old. I'm planning to post several non-lyrical topics within the next couple of weeks, don't worry. In the meantime...

This one is from the quirky British artist, Tom Milsom. If you can overcome the forced rhymes, peculiar choice of instruments, and somewhat childish themes, his songs are really quite endearing and I whole-heartedly thank the friends who introduced me to his music.

"Imperfections" is one of Milsom's more serious songs. For some unknown reason, it's been stuck in my head all afternoon. (I blame the rain. Melancholy is difficult to avoid in such weather, I've found.) The simple piano chords in the background set the mood nicely. Sure, the song's far from perfect... but that's what I love most about it. <3

Your imperfections make you beautiful
In ways that only I can see.
The world moves on, but you stand still.
You say there's always time to kill
When there's a thousand pretty things to see.

Your imperfections make you beautiful
In ways that only you could be.
I love you more than words could say,
But you keep pushing me away
For someone who loves you less than me.

His imperfections make him beautiful (to you).
Each sorrow puts him deeper in your heart. 
And every time he almost dies,
I die a little more inside
As you and I drift slowly more apart.

Your imperfections make you beautiful
In ways that only I can see.
And it turns out that my biggest imperfection
Was dreaming all the time of you and me...