The Raconteurs:Call It A Day

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

Well, I stumble around,
Try to follow the sound, then something takes hold of my hand.
It becomes such a mess,
And I'd venture to guess that you concocted this plan.

And I don't know what to do,
Cause it's always been you who helps me to make up my mind.
But I'll stake my life,
And I'll 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 look 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?
Cause I'm cold and I'm wet,
And I'm willing to bet that you constructed this maze.

My hand...
You concocted this plan...

And I don't know what to do,
Cause it's always been you who helps me to make up my mind.
But I'll stake my life,
And I'll swear by this knife that it's all by your design.

Yeah, it's all by your design.