This is the second time I’ve called But you never pick up so its all in my hands I walk myself to your door, push air against you But you, you never do talk, so its all in your eyes This is the first time we’ve met, Sit down and look at me straight You never can tell, so its all in my hands This is all out of hand Why don’t you make some sense, yeah Why don’t you tell me, why don’t you tell me You never make much sense You knew it would kill me, you knew it would kill me This is the third time I’ve called, but you’re never at home so I’m all overboard This is the final straw, you get one chance to come back You never can tell if its all out of hand I knew the moment I saw, I knew the moment I saw You always can tell when its all overboard And its gone overboard Why don’t you make some sense, yeah Why don’t you tell me, why don’t you tell me You never make much sense You knew it would kill me, you knew it would kill me Hey yeah…… You knew….. There is a hole in this wall, you never can tell if its all in my hands I get the sense of the cold, I get the shivers in my soul You never can tell so I’m all overhead Its more than anything Why don’t you make much sense? You never could tell me, you knew this would kill me Why don’t you make much sense? You never can tell me, you never could tell me
Compositores: Noel Anthony Hogan, Richard Stephen Walters (Theremin) ECAD: Obra #17397663