[Verse 1]
It's true that sometimes intuition ties the blinding folds
To contemplate not what
But why the way the mind will go
Sometimes it plays the heart
It's so lovely at the start
But when the walls come crashing down
I take it all apart
Arise my jaded cynicism, analyzing criticism
Every thought so skeptical
No mysteries are left at all
No silly romance fantasies
Are really how they're hoped to be
No this is not a song of love
Just so damn reminiscent of it all
[Chorus]
Whoow, intention
When you leave thеse things behind
I can't open up my mind at all
Whoow, intеntion
Well I know, I know that love ain't real
But I can't deny the way I feel
I'd like to say I'll find the day
When no more will I feel this way
And if I never, very well
But only tests of time can tell
Indulge the moment and then it's gone
But never for too very long
No this is not a song of love
Just so damn reminiscent of it all
It's true that sometimes intuition ties the blinding folds
To contemplate not what
But why the way the mind will go
Sometimes it plays the heart
It's so lovely at the start
But when the walls come crashing down
I take it all apart
Arise my jaded cynicism, analyzing criticism
Every thought so skeptical
No mysteries are left at all
No silly romance fantasies
Are really how they're hoped to be
No this is not a song of love
Just so damn reminiscent of it all
[Chorus]
Whoow, intention
When you leave thеse things behind
I can't open up my mind at all
Whoow, intеntion
Well I know, I know that love ain't real
But I can't deny the way I feel
I'd like to say I'll find the day
When no more will I feel this way
And if I never, very well
But only tests of time can tell
Indulge the moment and then it's gone
But never for too very long
No this is not a song of love
Just so damn reminiscent of it all
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