Is That It? - The Fixx

Promises like plates in a Greek restaurant

Go through the motions, but you know that you can’t

Like the smell of perfume coming from a glam magazine

You wear your heart where it cannot be seen

Is that it after all?

You’re the bat, I’m the ball

I’m a slave to your trade

Am I refundable?

I turn it off to avoid another bad day

I see your mouth move, but I don’t hear what you say

Stuck in a gold mine, reinventing the wheel

Remote emotions, so nothing feels real

Is that it after all?

You’re the bat, I’m the ball

I’m a slave to your trade

Are we compatible?

Is that it after all?

You’re the bat, I’m the ball

I’m a slave to your trade

Am I returnable?

Kiss me, hit me, slap me, wake me

Hurt me, tell me, tell me I’m not dreaming, oh!

Hit me, pinch me, roll me, reprimand me

Tell me this is not a dream

Heads, you win, tails, I lose

I’m told my role, you’re the one who gets to choose

I fight it off with the short end of the stick

Better make the best of it real quick

Is that it after all?

You’re the bat, I’m the ball

I’m a slave to your trade

Am I refundable?

Is that it after all?

Is that it after all?

Is that it after all?

Are we compatible?

No

Is that it after all?

You’re a slave, I’m the ball

I’m a slave to your trade

Is that it?

Is that it?

Is that it?

Is that it?

Is that it?

Hey

Is that it?

Is that it?

Oh

Is that it?

Is that it?

Oh