Pete Atkin - Perfect Moments lyrics

Atkin-James Perfect moments have a clean design Scoring edges that arrest the flow Skis cut diamonds in the plump of snow Times my life feels like a friend of mine Perfect moments wear a single face Variations on each other's theme Renoir's mistresses in peach and cream Rembrandt's mother in a ruff of lace Perfect moments bear a single name They're placed together though they never meet Charlie Chaplin policing Easy Street Charlie Parker playing My Old Flame Perfect moments should redeem the day Their teeming richness ought to be enough To take the sting out of the other stuff A perfect b**h it doesn't work that way