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!