Žodžiai dainai: Raconteurs. Broken Boy Soldiers. Call It A Day.

Can we call it a day? Now would that be okay?
Can we just go our own separate ways?
'Cos I'm cold and I'm wet and I'm willing to bet
That you constructed this maze

I stumble around, try to follow the sound
Then something takes hold of my hand
If we cause such a mess and I'd venture to guess
That you concocted this plan

Don't know what to do 'cos it's always been you
Who helps me to make up my mind
But I'll stake my life and I swear by this knife
That it's all by your design

Enough has been said, it goes 'round in my head
Until I break down and cry
I wouldn't be surprised if that looks in your eyes
Was your way of saying goodbye

Can we call it a day? Now would that be okay?
Can we just go our own separate ways?
'Cos I'm cold and I'm wet and I'm willing to bet
That you constructed this maze

You concocted this plan

Don't know what to do 'cos it's always been you
Who helps me to make up my mind
But I stake my life and I'll swear by this knife
That it's all by your design

Yeah, it's all by your design