We always were the kind of people

To take it hard when things would go wrong

Little things would bother me

And little things would make you cry

And after all the confrontations

When it comes time for saying goodbye

All that I can wonder

Is what do I do with these flowers

And what do I do with my evenings

And what do you do with that ring

Im gonna go now

No you cant hold me

Not with such a sentimental thing

So tell me why Im feeling nothing

And tell me how you cant even cry

Little things are logical

But if theres a God above then

Can it be that love was

Just another sentimental thing

So tell me why Im feeling nothing

And tell me how you cant even cry

Little things are logical

But if theres a God above then

Can it be that love was

Just another sentimental thing