I rot my days away in prayer and stay, dreaming of love I’ll never dare to find. No perfect girl will simply walk my way. I watch the living speak, then turn away, I claim it’s fate, but it is I who’m blind. I rot my days away in prayer and stay. The world invites me out, but I delay, enthralled by phantoms shaped within my mind. No perfect girl will simply walk my way. Each chance I shun, I bury more of May, while bitter weeds of silence grow behind. I rot my days away in prayer and stay. What coward hopes yet lets all hope decay? What fool seeks gold yet never dares to mine? No perfect girl will simply walk my way. So here I sit, a ghost of yesterday, waiting for God, while life leaves me confined. I rot my days away in prayer and stay— no perfect girl will simply walk my way.