E A B A [Verse 1] E A It's a chilly English winter B A E A B And solitude is never easy to maintain A E A B A Except when it rains E A B A So I hang an empty smile beneath my empty eyes E A B A And go out for a walk E A B A The wet morning sun reflects off the paving-stones E A B A While a little dog barks its head off E A B A In the distance [Chorus] E A B A E Oh, what a perfect day A B A E To think about myself A B A E My feet are firmly screwed to the floor A B A E What is there to fear from such a regular world? A B A E Oh, what a perfect day A B A E To think about myself A B A E My feet are firmly screwed to the floor A B A E A B A What is there to fear from such a regular world? [Verse 2] E A Passing by a cemetery B A I think of all the little hopes and dreams E A B E A B A That lie lifeless and unfullfilled beneath the soil E A B A I see an old man fingering his perishing flesh E A B A He tells himself he was a good man and did good things E A B A Amused and confused by life's little ironies E A B A E A B A He swallows his bottle of distilled damnation [Verse 3] E A B A People turn around with unseeing eyes E A B A They're looking for something that doesn't exist E A B A The world you once knew is being eaten up by rust E A B A No-one has time for the past, but still, in God they trust E A B A The future is now, but it's all going wrong E A B A Bodies good for nothing, but it's to nothing they belong E A B A People say their prayers and some work hard E A B A E If you give them all your money, they'll give you their hearts A B A E A B This town ain't going like a ghost town A E A B A It's going like hell.... [Chorus] E A B A E Oh, what a perfect day A B A E To think about myself A B A E My feet are firmly screwed to the floor A B A E What is there to fear from such a regular world? E A B A E Oh, what a perfect day A B A E To think about myself A B A E My feet are firmly screwed to the floor A B A E What is there to fear from such a regular world? E A B A E Oh, what a perfect day A B A E To think about myself A B A E My feet are firmly screwed to the floor A B A E What is there to fear from such a regular world? E A B A E Oh, what a perfect day A B A E To think about myself A B A E My feet are firmly screwed to the floor A B A E What is there to fear from such a regular world? E A B A E Oh, what a perfect day A B A E To think about myself A B A E My feet are firmly screwed to the floor A B A E What is there to fear from such a regular world?