I won't go willfully into winter I'll turn my diary to summer time I never learn not to tread on the night Is your glass half empty? Try to reply Don't care for the idea more I look up in your rose-tinted mentality Your light's gone, it looks fine Why would your life cast a shadow on mine? I am not content to lie on the stars Overcrowded with others' dreams Don't care for the idea more I look up in your rose-tinted mentality Are man's beliefs used against him? Here's a book to read that plays on your knees I left him praying for my sins Not a true believer, I strand this with hopes from within Don't care for the idea more I look up in your rose-tinted mentality Troubles parade among the waves A new stirring cries as every other smile And when the latest swallows you whole Find a song in your Doris Day soul Let these, my thoughts, be reality I look up in your picture-pulled mentality Let these, my thoughts, be reality I look up in your picture-pulled mentality I look up in your picture-pulled mentality I look up in your picture-pulled mentality I look up in your picture-pulled mentality I look up in your picture-pulled mentality