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My life was leisure, |
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learning French words, |
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and staying in white rooms without any style, |
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mailing letters, and taking pictures. |
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We'll put each others in a drawer for awhile. |
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But when will it all fall through? |
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And what else can I tell you? |
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You just can't turn me on and off. |
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You just can't turn me on and off. |
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We're always drinking and we're always playing. |
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And someone's always trying to hard |
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to book the tickets |
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and please her parents. |
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She's lovely, and he is really smart. |
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And when will it all fall through? |
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What else can I tell you? |
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You just can't turn me on and off. |
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You turn me on and off. |
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At first you believed it, |
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and now you don't believe. |
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At first you could see it. |
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Why don't you see? |
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The future's going out of focus. |
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Our talk is cheap, but the phone bill is not. |
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And how can one word mean another? |
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And why am I staying up alone in the dark? |
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And when will it all fall through? |
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What else can I tell you? |
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You just can't turn me on and off. |
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You turn me on and off. |
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When will it all fall through? |
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('cause I know it will) |
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And what else can I tell you? |
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You just can't turn me on and off, |
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on and off. |
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You turn me on and off. |
