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