Oh, they talk, they talk, they meddle more

Droning lights need a change of key

"Are they on, are they off," that's what they'll ask.

It gives pleasure to the displeased

I won't hold the future to your eye
'Cause we're already waiting to die
And we can change our minds 100,000 times

Oh, pry, they they peek, they presume it wrong

Dreay scope needs a change of scene

"Does she know, does she care," that's what they'll ask.

It gives pleasure to the displeased

I won't hold the future to your eye
Yeah, we're already waiting to die
And we can change our minds 100,000 times

Tell me all the times you have ever known your reaction

Maybe you prefer all the things that would confound

And maybe you'll search for awhile to decide...

I won't hold the future to your eye
'Cause we're already waiting to die
And we can change our minds 100,000 times
I won't hold the future to your eye
Yeah we're already waiting to die
And we can change our minds 100,000 times

100,000 times...