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   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...