Tracy Chapman Broken
You can close your eyes And see a picture perfect life Inside of 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 a supermarket Beauty in a bottle queen Who'll one day grace a check-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 Lets it be 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 believe
The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broke
