Lyrics Perfect Timing - Hurts

Dead and buried in an open grave
In a backstreet bar on the Champs-Élysées
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

(Do-do-do-do-do-do-do)
(Do-do-do-do-do-do-do)

Perfect timing (do-do-do-do-do)
In the wrong place at the right time (do-do-do-do-do)
In the wrong place at the right time (do-do-do-do-do)
(In the wrong place at the right time) (do-do-do-do-do)
(In the wrong place at the right time) (do-do-do-do-do)

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