can we call it a day?
|
now would that be ok?
|
can we just go our own separate ways? (ways)
|
´cos i´m cold and wet
|
and i´m willing to bet
|
that you constructed this maze (maze)
|
|
i stumble around
|
try to follow the sound
|
then something takes hold of my hand (my hand)
|
if we cause such a mess
|
and i´d venture to guess
|
that you concocted this plan (plan)
|
|
i don´t know what to do
|
´cos it´s always been you
|
who helps me to make up my mind (my mind)
|
but i stake my life
|
and swear by this knife
|
that it´s all by your design (design)
|
|
enough has been said
|
it goes ´round in my head
|
until i break down and cry (and cry)
|
i wouldn´t be surprised
|
if that look in your eyes
|
was your way of saying goodbye
|
(goodbye)
|
|
can we call it a day?
|
now would that be ok?
|
can we just go our own separate ways?(ways)
|
´cos i´m cold and wet
|
and i´m willing to bet
|
that you constructed this maze (maze)
|
|
(my hand)
|
|
you concocted this plan (plan)
|
i don´t know what to do
|
´cos it´s always been you
|
who helps me to make up my mind (my mind)
|
but i stake my life
|
and swear by this knife
|
that it´s all by your design (design)
|
yeah it´s all by your design (design)
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
Call It A Day
|
| The Raconteurs |
