Maria Taylor Follow

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, they pry, 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

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...

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.