Lyrics The Peasant - Hope Sandoval and the Warm Inventions

I must have said, sometimes I feel dread.
You′ll reveal your ways, at sometime today.
How did I get here, and where will I leave?
Oh, the peasant in me,
So easily
Deceived.

Sometime soon, the fool next to you,
The one you never notice,
Collecting your dust,
Collecting your favors that you believe are stolen,
Oh, somebody will notice,
And you'll be the one (you′ll be the one)
So easily (so easily)
Deceived.

(So easily, so easily, so easily...)

How did I get here, and where will I leave?
Oh, the peasant in me,
So easily (so easily)
Deceived.