Election Season

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...)