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...