[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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?

[Bridge]
And what do I do with my evenings?
And what do you do with that ring?
I'm gonna go now
No you can't hold me
Not with such a sentimental thing

[Verse 3]
So tell me why I'm feeling nothing
And tell me how you can't even cry
Little things are logical
But if there's a God above then
Can it be that love was
Just another sentimental thing?
[Violin Solo]

[Verse 3]
So tell me why I'm feeling nothing
And tell me how you can't even cry
Little things are logical
But if there's a God above then
Can it be that love was
Just another sentimental thing?