Turn me off or turn me away,
but don't expect me to stay,
in a place that harbours secrets.

No I don't want you to tell,
but please acknowledge them somehow,
don't mute your lies.

And don't ask for an alluby,
for I won't testify,
and I couldn't if I tried.

(oh) I didn't think there was anything that I could do,
that might offend you.
(repeat)

A man vents his anger with me,
perhaps deservedly,
but I wish it would subside.

I'm passive the moment is still,
but I'm obliged to feel ill,
when I lose my crown.

(oh) I didn't think there was anything that I could do,
that might offend you.
(repeat)

and you manoever, through the streets,
only thing holding you back the snow beneath your feet,
No dialogue imprinted on your mind,
from those times that felt so unkind.