Testo Trust Pretty Things
Excuse me please as I wipe a tear
Away from an eye that sees thereâs nothing left to trust
Finding that their minds are grey
And thereâs no sorrow in the world thatâs left to trust.
Sitting on top of a white cloud
Looking round for someone there to trust
Changing your mind as you go through time
You grasp at straws,
There are written laws that say you must
With tired eyes you follow the man
That has in his hand a banner that says âdust to dustâ
Finding that his mindâs gone wrong
And thereâs no sorrow in the world thatâs left to trust.
Sitting on top of that white cloud
Looking round for someone there to trust
Youâre changing your mind as you go
Through a time
You grasp at straws
But there are written laws that say you must.
Going away in the morning
Youâre seen walking.
Weâre going away, away
Going away.
As the sun was rising
Youâre seen walking.
Sheâs going away, away
Going away.
Excuse me please as I wipe a tear
Away from an eye that sees thereâs nothing left to trust
Finding that their minds are grey
And thereâs no sorrow in the world thatâs left to trust.
Sitting on top of that white cloud
Looking for someone there to trust
Changing your mind as you go through time
You grasp at straws
But there are written laws that say you must.