dumber with age

i dont know too much about too much
but i know im blind, when it comes the time,
to say sorry

i dont know too much about too much
but i know it was your lips, that triggered the bliss,
in our kiss

i dont know too much about too much
but i know it was your fears, that i could hear,
that turned me deaf

i dont know too much about too much,
but i think it might be love,

i dont know too much about too much,
all i know is
when we touch, the world turns to dust