Текст Jet – Shiny Magazine

I saw your face
In a pretty magazine
You don’t even know
What you are and what you’ve seen

Oh my god I know too well
Being sweet just doesn’t sell
And I’ve got better things to do
I try to run but my legs ache
The photographs that I refuse to take
Oh will it never end

We are alone
From the city to our bones /departed from our bones/
What’s that worth to you?
Oh we used to look up to you

Oh my god I know too well
Being sweet just doesn’t sell
And I’ve got better things to do

Am I hiding again?
Am I hiding again?
Tell me how to live my life
Ooh ooh ooh
Well the sun is shining down

Solo

Oh my god I know too well
Being sweet just doesn’t sell
And I’ve got better things to do

Am I hiding again?
Am I hiding again?
Tell me how to live my life
Ooh ooh ooh
Well the sun is shining down
The sun it’s shining down