Tekster: Jet. Shine On. Shiny Magazine.

I saw your face
In a pretty magazine
And you don't even know
Where you are and what you seen

Why do you lie?
Do you need to fill us with fear?
What on earth you do
Ah, we used to look up to you

Oh, my God, I know too well
Being sweet just doesn't sell
If you 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
Departed from our bones
What's it worth to you?
Ah, we used to look up to you

Oh, my God, I know too well
Being sweet just doesn't sell
If you got better things to do

Am I hiding again?
Am I hiding again?
Tell me how to live my life
And the sun is shining down
The sun is shining down

Oh, my God, I know too well
Being sweet just never sells
If you got better things to do

Am I hiding again?
Am I hiding again?
Tell me how to live my life
And the sun is shining down
Yeah, yeah the sun is shining down