Lyrics

Oh they talk, they talk, they mettle more Droning lives need a change of key "Are they on? Are they off?" That's what they'll ask It gives pleasure to the displeased And I won't hold the future to your eye Cause we're already waiting to die And we can change our minds One hundred thousand times Oh they pry, they peek, they presume it all Dreary scope needs a change of scene Does she know, does she care that's what they'll ask It gives pleasure to the displeased And I won't hold the future to your eye Yeah, we're already waiting to die And we can change our minds One hundred thousand times Tell me all the times you have ever known the reaction Maybe you prefer all things that would confound And maybe we'll search for a while to decide And I won't hold the future to your eye Cause we're already waiting to die And we can change our minds One hundred thousand times I won't hold the future to your eye Yeah, we're already waiting to die And we can change our minds One hundred thousand times One hundred thousand times