You can close your eyes

And see a picture perfect life 

Inside your mind

Dreaming only of the days ahead

wanted and wished for more than now 

Or the days behind

You waste your time



The picture makes a promise 

The flesh lets it be broken

The picture makes a promise 

The flesh lets it be broken



You can never think

You can't even stop yourself

Before the words have been spoken

And you've already said

You would give everything 

And something for nothing

Everybody thinks you're joking



The picture makes a promise 

The flesh lets it be broken

The picture makes a promise 

The flesh lets it be broken



You want to be the one

Made over be your own

Before and after

And the supermarket

Beauti in a bottle queen

Who'll one day grace a

cheek-out counter

Magazine front cover 

Though the fine print reads



The picture makes a promise 

The flesh lets it be broken

The picture makes a promise 

The flesh lets it be broken



Lets it be broken 

Lets it be broken

Broken

Lets it be broken

Lets it be broken

Broken 

Broken



When your life is never what you wanted

Not even halfway normal

Just tarnished and soiled 

When in your reach

A framed and frozen moment

So far from perfection

Not truth or transcendence

Will set you free

Still you don't belive



The picture makes a promise 

The flesh lets it be broken

The picture makes a promise 

The flesh lets it be broken