100,000 Times - Maria Taylor

Oh they talk, they talk, they mettle more

Droning lives need a change of key

«Are they on?

Are they off?»

That’s what they’ll ask

It gives pleasure to the displeased

And I won’t hold the future to your eye

Cause we’re already waiting to die

And we can change our minds

One hundred thousand times

Oh they pry, they peek, they presume it all

Dreary scope needs a change of scene

Does she know, does she care that’s what they’ll ask

It gives pleasure to the displeased

And I won’t hold the future to your eye

Yeah, we’re already waiting to die

And we can change our minds

One hundred thousand times

Tell me all the times you have ever known the reaction

Maybe you prefer all things that would confound

And maybe we’ll search for a while to decide

And I won’t hold the future to your eye

Cause we’re already waiting to die

And we can change our minds

One hundred thousand times

I won’t hold the future to your eye

Yeah, we’re already waiting to die

And we can change our minds

One hundred thousand times

One hundred thousand times