Broken
You can close your eyesAnd see the picture perfect lifeInside of your mindDreaming only of the days aheadWanted and wished for more than nowOr the days behindYou waste your time
The picture makes a promiseThe flesh lets it be brokenThe picture makes a promiseThe flesh lets it be broken
You can never thinkYou can't even stop yourselfBefore the words have been spokenAnd you've already saidYou would give everythingAnd something for nothingEverybody thinks you're joking
The picture makes a promiseThe flesh lets it be brokenThe picture makes a promiseThe flesh lets it be broken
You want to be the oneMade over be your ownBefore and afterAnd a supermarketBeauty in a bottle queenWho'll one day grace a check-out counterMagazine front coverThough the fine print reads
The picture makes a promiseThe flesh lets it be brokenThe picture makes a promiseThe flesh lets it be broken
Lets it be brokenLets it be brokenBrokenLets it be brokenLets it be brokenBrokenBroken
Your life is never what you wantedNot even halfway normalJust tarnished and soiledWhen in your reachA framed and frozen momentSo far from perfectionNot truth or transcendenceWill set you freeStill you don't believe
The picture makes a promiseThe flesh lets it be brokenThe picture makes a promiseThe flesh lets it be broke