A Perfect Day Elise Testo

Said, "Listen Joe, don't you come here again."

White sun scattered all over the sea
He could think of nothing but her name, 'Elise'
God is the sweat running down his back
The water soaked her blonde hair black

It's a perfect day Elise

He got burned by the sun
His face so pale and his hands so worn
Let himself in room 509
Said a prayer, pulled the trigger, and cried,
'It's a perfect day, Elise.'