Who, who never showed you
About the easy way
Whose robes did they trade you
For such an easy life
Who, who never showed you
About the easy way
Who, who never told you
About the perfect life
Guess it's some kind of
Some guarantee
You'll never see
If I was a photographer
Picture taking
Beautiful people
I guess I'd make a mistake
'Cause I'd probably take a
Picture of you
Who, who never showed you
About the easy way
And whose robes did they trade you
For such a perfect life
That's such a guarantee
It leaves some certain sickness,
you'll never know,
Inside of me
That's all I have