I like looking at your eyes

Playing piano

And staring out your windowIn the middle of the night

From your house on the hill

I was hoping

Hoping that you wouldn′t forget me

But I know you will

So don't go around saying

There′s no such thing as love

You can't go trading places

Don't forget that I

I am the cynical one

Wine and roses are fine

But I like the harder stuff

And I can still remember

When too much

Too much was never enough

So don′t go around saying

There′s no such thing as love

You can't go trading places

Don′t forget that I

I am the cynical one

Don't forget that I

I am the cynical one

Don′t forget that I

I am the cynical one

Don't forget that I

I am the cynical one