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)
Writer(s): Brendan Benson, John Anthony White
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