Call me naive, but I'd rather believe, than to go through life with doubt
Unhurt but alone, so I'm calling home, It's a home I can live without
So give me the hurt, I'll sleep in the dirt, for no pain is ever too much
Cause pain is only part, of what makes a broken heart, First it has to be touched
It's the unfounded fears, of potential tears, that keeps a relationship at bay
Fearing the sorrow, that may come tomorrow, prevents you from loving today
So alone you remain, just you and your pain, safe from another heartache
But half of the fun of loving someone are the chances that you take
For love has a history, a magic and a mystery, and no secrets left untold
Where once there was you, now there are two, now you have someone to hold
It's the unfounded fears, of potential tears, that keeps a relationship at bay
Fearing the sorrow, that may come tomorrow, prevents you from loving today
It's the unfounded fears, of potential tears, that keeps a relationship at bay
Fearing the sorrow, that may come tomorrow, prevents you from loving today
Don't be naive, I disagree.
Naive is the best thing a person can be
Blind to the hurt, tomorrow may hold.
Deaf to the lies, they have been told
Filled with the trust we all wish to achieve.
Free of the fear because they truly believe
In the game of love, they'll bet on queen high.
They might not win, but at least they try
So don't be naive, I ask you why not?
Without naivete, what have you got
You got your pride, but you're the man.
Why play the game if you might lose a hand
No, you're too smart, you're no fool.
Only fools fall in love and you're too damn cool
And you're too damn cool
It's the unfounded fears, of potential tears, that keeps a relationship at bay
Fearing the sorrow, that may come tomorrow, prevents you from loving today
But if you must, go ahead and distrust me, I'm going to believe
For I know enough, to know there is pain with love, and that's not being naive
No, that's not being naive
It's the unfounded fears, of potential tears, that keeps a relationship at bay
Fearing the sorrow, that may come tomorrow, prevents you from loving today
But if you must, go ahead and distrust me, I'm going to believe
For I know enough, to know there is pain with love, and that's not being naive
No, that's not being naive