You shove your way, through the room from the street
And finally to me
Ya ask me what I'm drinking
My friend johnny, tugging on my sleeve
Asks if I wanna leave
But what I'm really thinking is
Why can't it be easy, easy
Why don't you leave, leave me, leave me be
I can see you swaying
I can't hear what you're saying
I'm sitting here stuck
And plastered to my seat
I think up a reason to leave
When you finally stop speaking
I'll take a a long slow
Walked down Washington Street
Half asleep on my feet
Half aware if I'm dreaming
I'll go home alone
A sinking stone
A switched-off telephone
I'll go on and be free
A frozen breeze
A fallen down factory
But I still see you swaying
And I can't hear what you're saying
I just lost the plot
Got a little caught
In a little knot
I just hit a wall
Had a little fall
Felt a swinging wrecking ball
And why should that be
Why don't you tell me
Why don't you tell me
I'm sure you'll tell me
Why don't you tell me
I guess you'll tell me
Tell me
December
Autor: Norah Jones
Album: The Fall