Besedila: Jamiroquai. A Funk Odyssey. Picture of My Life.

I never had a dream that I could follow through
Only tears left to stain, dry my eyes once again
I don't know who I am, or what I'm gonna do
Been so long I've been hopelessly confused

This can never really end, it's infinitely sad
Can someone tell me when
Something good became so bad

So if you have a cure
To me would you please send
A picture of my life
With a letter telling how
It should really be instead

The precipice is there but will I ever dare
Throw myself in the sky, so at last I can die
See I've become a man who holds nothing too dear
Who will mind if I just disappear

This can never really end, it's infinitely sad
Can someone tell me when
Something good became so bad

So if you have a cure
To me would you please send
A picture of my life
With a letter telling how
It should really be instead

Oh, tell me how it really should be
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah tell me