|
Maybe I, I'm just way too cynical |
|
and too ideological for dreams |
|
I'll admit I like staring at your face |
|
and memorize it just in case tomorrow comes too soon |
|
'Cause life's made up of goodbye kisses |
|
so delicious they make me cry |
|
'Cause I die every time I let my heart surrender |
|
High tide pulls me in and carries me away |
|
You knew going in I couldn't stay forever, no |
|
I'm just too cynical |
|
What we see may not be reality |
|
And that's the stuff that frightens me inside |
|
There's something there invisible to the naked eye |
|
Subliminal but conscious at the same time |
|
But I could swim inside your blue eyes |
|
And leave a little piece of me |
|
'Cause I die every time I let my heart surrender |
|
High tide pulls me in and carries me away |
|
You knew going in I couldn't stay forever, no |
|
I'm just too cynical |
|
In this world a girl can't help but question everything |
|
'Cause I die every time I let my heart surrender |
|
High tide pulls me in and carries me away |
|
You knew going in I couldn't stay forever, no |
|
I'm just too cynical |
|
Oh no, I'm just too cynical |
