Switch It On, Switch It Off Songtext
von Chartreuse
Switch It On, Switch It Off Songtext
Searching for answers
Back and forth between our mattresses
All we got right now is
Whatever comes up, it comes back down with solid information
Stone-cold knowledge
Two magpies rip the tree apart
They spot a poor wood pigeon with a stupid look
Surround him like a pack of dogs
I′ve seen this done at a bar, but not in my garden
(I can't)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I just can′t)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can't seem to)
Switch it on, switch it off
'Til I′ve had enough of it
(I can′t)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can't seem to)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can′t seem to)
Switch it on, switch it off
'Til I′ve had enough of it
Moving letters of everything that's come to pass
My porch is full of return-to-senders that have got sent back
I′m a big man with big hands
Gripping on to the last words I have
It's solid information, stone-cold knowledge
(I can't)
Switch it on, switch it off
(Just can′t)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can′t seem to)
Switch it on, switch it off
'Til I′ve had enough of it
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can't seem to)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I just can′t)
Switch it on, switch it off
'Til I′ve had enough of it
Here I am, riding on the busy train
A soft shove turns my eyes into jades
I cringe at a man's newspaper choice
I laugh at a child reading from his tiny book
And as the time gets nearer
I measure myself in the mirror
I can't
I can′t
I can′t seem to (I can't seem to)
I can′t just (I can't)
(I can′t) I can't
I can′t
I can't (I can't)
(I can′t)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can′t seem to)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I just can't)
Switch it on, switch it off
′Til I've had enough of it
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can′t)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can't seem to)
Switch it on, switch it off
′Til I've had enough of it
Back and forth between our mattresses
All we got right now is
Whatever comes up, it comes back down with solid information
Stone-cold knowledge
Two magpies rip the tree apart
They spot a poor wood pigeon with a stupid look
Surround him like a pack of dogs
I′ve seen this done at a bar, but not in my garden
(I can't)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I just can′t)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can't seem to)
Switch it on, switch it off
'Til I′ve had enough of it
(I can′t)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can't seem to)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can′t seem to)
Switch it on, switch it off
'Til I′ve had enough of it
Moving letters of everything that's come to pass
My porch is full of return-to-senders that have got sent back
I′m a big man with big hands
Gripping on to the last words I have
It's solid information, stone-cold knowledge
(I can't)
Switch it on, switch it off
(Just can′t)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can′t seem to)
Switch it on, switch it off
'Til I′ve had enough of it
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can't seem to)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I just can′t)
Switch it on, switch it off
'Til I′ve had enough of it
Here I am, riding on the busy train
A soft shove turns my eyes into jades
I cringe at a man's newspaper choice
I laugh at a child reading from his tiny book
And as the time gets nearer
I measure myself in the mirror
I can't
I can′t
I can′t seem to (I can't seem to)
I can′t just (I can't)
(I can′t) I can't
I can′t
I can't (I can't)
(I can′t)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can′t seem to)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I just can't)
Switch it on, switch it off
′Til I've had enough of it
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can′t)
Switch it on, switch it off
(I can't seem to)
Switch it on, switch it off
′Til I've had enough of it
Writer(s): Perry Lovering, Rory Wagstaff, Michael Wagstaff, Harriet Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com