I wanna sing the songs I never dared to
Belt the verses ev'ry day
Wanna say each word with dignity and grace
But there's a problem with that, it's not fair, dude
They're too high, can't reach at all
Hear my voicebox stretch and grasp to only fall
Destroying any kind of rhythm
A noise no-one wants to hear
But I still hear it, echoes loud and clear
When I try to jam now
My failures come back clear to me

The perfect pitch is what I strive for
So many songs that go high, no matter how I try
Larynx breaks (breaks, breaks, breaks)
The perfect pitch is what I strive for
On deep-type songs I do fine, but a half-done skill ain't right
At least in my own brain (brain, brain, brain)

Practice into the night 'til I'm tired
Screeching high and squawking loud
Until I find the method for me now
My neighbours try to fine me
For "peace disturbance", that's fine
Deal with any consequence, even jail time
Until I can stand proud
And hit that note in "Take On Me"

The perfect pitch is what I strive for
Replaced my windows ten times, which may sound awesome, fine
Not my aim (aim, aim, aim)
The perfect pitch is what I strive for
Have to fight off ev'ry type of bird that decides to dive
Mack on or peck my face (face, face, face)

The perfect pitch is what I strive for
I just can't believe that I've not cracked it, so much time's
Gone to waste (waste, waste, waste)
The perfect pitch is what I strive for
Wouldn't mind it much if I didn't come from a long line
Of sopranos, so lame (lame, lame, lame)