Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Change Of Heart, artist - Colin DonnellDate of issue: 02.06.2014
Song language: English
Change Of Heart |
| That’s what I really learned in college to talk |
| with confidence at parties about things I don’t know |
| And to act like I’m a rich man when my net worth is actually pretty low |
| And to never be a fool |
| To never fall into cliche |
| To never take my feelings seriously |
| To know what not to say |
| So I would never write a love song |
| I would never speak in rhyme |
| I would never sing my feelings for a girl in three quarter time |
| I would never hit a high note followed by a pregnant pause |
| And I’d never ever ever let myself believe the cause could be love, love, love, |
| love |
| Am I a man or just an __ with a good degree? |
| Am I a man or just an infantilized boy in an expensive t-shirt? |
| When I began to think I was better than Armado and his cliched love songs |
| No I would never sigh or swoon or ever be a love-lorn fool |
| I am too aware of irony |
| That’s what we learned in school |
| But now I see the life I tried to buttress with that learning |
| There’s a trophy wife and a soul-killing job all to justify your earnings |
| What I really learned in college to care too much what people say |
| To use my words to mock or hide behind and never give myself away |
| But I look at her and wonder why we try to live sequestered |
| Did I think my heart would listen to my mind and be unpestered by love |
| Maybe I’m having a change of heart, sweet Rosaline |
| I don’t wanna play the part that I was given |
| You turn every cliche to art |
| It’s like I never knew the words before |
| Yes, I will write for you a sonnet and my verse will not be free |
| I will leave my heart upon it in a cliche minor key |
| Cuz she makes each cliche true and now my heart is in her hands |
| My heart’s on fire |
| My heart’s an open book |
| My heart is on my sleeve |
| She warms the cockles of my heart |
| I don’t know what the f that means |
| Well I will love right |
| Sigh, pray, __ and groan |
| She makes me want to sing |
| I’ll sing every day |
| It’s like she makes everything into a cliche |
| My love, you make me feel like a king |
| (Not my best friend the king, but a proverbial king) |
| You make me think about wedding rings and lots of bling and other things |
| And love, love, love, love |
| I’m having a change of heart. |