Shock Value
the Sunday Colors
You don't have anything nice to say to me
But that hasn't slowed you down from trying
Just once I wish you'd communicate sparingly
Though armed with best intentions, you have always evil underlying
Is it too much to ask for? Too much to ask for? To let the feeling stay
And I'm too old to ask for, too young to ignore, and now the time has slipped away
And it's gone, gone, gone, it's gone, gone, gone; and I won't be back for more
And it's gone, gone, gone, it's gone, gone, gone; and I won't be back for more
I won't lift the sword from the stone and lay it down at your feet
Your heart may be a stronghold, but I am not its keep
I won't always let you have your way with me
Our love was a sight magnificent and now there's nothing left to see
Is it too much to ask for? Too much to ask for? To let the feeling stay
And I'm too old to ask for, too young to ignore, and now the time has slipped away
And it's gone, gone, gone, it's gone, gone, gone; and I won't be back for more
And it's gone, gone, gone, it's gone, gone, gone; and I won't be back for more
You speak without thinking
Such a careless point of view
Pay no attention to the content of your message
Only thinking about the shock value
You speak without thinking
Such a careless point of view
Pay no attention to the content of your message
Only thinking about the shock value
You don't have anything nice to say to me
But that won't stop the water rising, breaking down my door
Is it too much to ask for? Too much to ask for? To let the feeling stay
And I'm too old to ask for, too young to ignore, and now the time has slipped away
And it's gone, gone, gone, it's gone, gone, gone; and I won't be back for more
And it's gone, gone, gone, it's gone, gone, gone; and I won't be back for more
You don't have anything nice to say to me