Lyrics:

Further into the fog I fall

Well, I was just

Following you!

When you said :



'Do as I do and scrap your fey ways'

(Dial-A-Cliché)

'Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!'

(Dial-A-Cliché)

Dial-A-Cliché

Dial-A-Cliché



But the person underneath

Where does he go ?

Does he slide by the wayside ?

Or ... does he just die ?



And you find that you've organized

Your feelings, for people

Who didn't like you then

And do not like you now

But still you say :



'Do as I do and scrap your fey ways'

(Dial-A-Cliché)

'Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!'

(Dial-A-Cliché)

'The Safe way is the only way !

There's always time to change, son !'

I've changed

But I'm in pain !