歌词
You walked into that room
And the camera pulled in on you
Born a star for my screen
I hear songs when I see
You stand there, mm-hmm
I don't wanna send a prayer
I know one day that you'll be there
I can feel you lying next to me
I love the clothes you wear
I love them more lying there
Alongside either of our beds
While we're making, mm-hmm
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, ooh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
You're so, you're so-oh
Cynical, cynical
You're so-oh
Cynical, cynical
Tears falling from your eyes
Fears coming realized
The last thing you said you wanted
Is coming to fruition
Ain't that funny how it goes?
I don't wanna send a prayer
I know one day that you'll be there
I can feel you lying next to me
I love the clothes you wear
I love them more lying there
Alongside either of our beds
While we're making, mm-hmm
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, ooh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
You're so, you're so-oh
Cynical, cynical
You're so-oh
Cynical, cynical
Written by: mehro
