It's not the end of the world just because the sun is burning out

It's not the end of your dreams when you wake up in the morning

You're so cynical

You're so cynical



It's not the end of the world just 'cause the sun is slowly burning out

We've still got time to take the world in our hands and shake it 'til it gives us what we want



So we'll ride our bikes down empty streets

Wind in our face and the night flying by

We've still got time let's use it up

I'll play you a song that I just wrote

I don't know what it means but it really doesn't matter

There's plenty of time to sit on the roof of the Rialto

And talk and talk 'til the sun comes up

Don't wait inside your prison of a mind

Talk to me

You're so cynical

You're so cynical

Talk to me

You're so cynical...