Lyrics:

I like looking at your eyes
Playing piano and staring out your window
In the middle of the night
From your house on the hill
I was hoping that you wouldnt forget me
But I know you will

So dont go around saying
Theres no such thing as love
You cant go trading me places
Dont 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 dont go around saying
Theres no such thing as love
You cant go trading me places

Dont forget that I
I am the cynical one
Dont forget that I
I am the cynical one
Dont forget that I
I am the cynical one
Dont forget that I
I am the cynical one