everyone gets a little bit crazy. the lights, these lights turn hazy, and i lose my way again.
can i trust the man at the bar? or the one who’s watching from afar?
can i trust him, mama? trust him with my heart?
the years had passed, and so had our childhood. he asked to meet me in the backyard, he said: “nothing that started out this easy should be this hard.”
should i trust him, mama? trust him with my heart?
oh, i never learned how this goes. am i the only one who doesn’t know? i’ll let him teach me, show me the ropes, we can jump.
should i trust him, mama? can i trust him, mama? trust him with my heart? oh, show me how to start; trust him with my heart.