Teksty: Chris Isaak. Speak Of The Devil. Please.

I keep listening, very quietly.
You're discussing, your philosophy.
There's a long list, of what's wrong with me.
And you go on talking endlessly.... now

What's the problem?
What's the question?
What's the answer?
Where's this heading?

You keep talking.
Where's it going?
If there's an answer I don't know it...

Please.... You're killing me.
Please.... You're killing me with all these questions.

I've been trying to get along with you.
Doesn't matter what I try to do.
Once you start in.. there's no stopping you... now

What's the problem?
What's the question?
What's the answer?
Where's this heading?

You keep talking.
Where's it going?

If there's an answer I don't know it...

Please.... You're killing me.
Please.... You're killing me with all these questions.

You're explaining, very patiently.
I'm a problem, what to do with me.
I keep listening, but i just don't see now.

What's the problem?
What's the question?
What's the answer?
Where's this heading?

You keep talking.
Where's it going?
If there's an answer I don't know it...

Please.... You're killing me.
Please.... You're killing me with all these questions.
Please....Please....Please....
Please....Please....
You're killing me.
You're killing me