The Raconteurs Follow

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~)