If I could go back I wouldn't stay long Deflecting all the compliments we seek That somehow sound so wrong Maybe I'm ashamed Or maybe I'm afraid It could be both but either way All this talk is just talk Tell all of them Go tell 'em if you like Let them make their own connections It's not an election, It's a change of direction You can all pretend And what more should I expect I see through the affection And I don't like what happens next I walked grinning into the funeral But I've washed my red hands I walked grinning into the funeral But I've washed my red hands (Turn me on, Turn me off) (Turn me on, Turn me off) Can anyone tell me where I'm supposed to be? Can anyone tell me what it seems that I've done wrong? All along Can anyone tell me who I'm supposed to be? Can anyone tell me how I'm supposed to sing this song? I'll sing along The surviving monuments We thought we built Are cracking at the corners I can't explain So what more should I say? You stay in the same direction And I don't think that you'll change Maybe I'm the same So who am I to say? Just when I think it's going away Yeah it happens all over again (Over again, over again, over again...)