So Cynical

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...