So Cynical Songtext
von Immaculate Machine

It′s not the end of the world
Just because the sun is burning out
And 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
And we′ve still got time to take the world in our hands
And shake it 'til it gives us what we want

So we ride our bikes down empty streets
With the wind in our faces and the nights 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 in a room
Up through the night, 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
Talk to me
You're so cynical
Talk to me
You′re so cynical
Talk to me
You're so cynical
Talk to me
You′re so cynical

Talk to me
You're so cynical
Talk to me
You're so cynical
Talk to me
You′re so cynical


Talk to me
You′re so cynical
Talk to me
You're so cynical