Color Theory
Souvenir
It sometimes seems
My dreamer's dreams
Are downright laughable
I shrug my shoulders to the world
Questioning my every syllable
You always understand
And take my hand so naturally
When I don't trust myself
Still you believe in me
When every faith
Has been replaced by objectivity
By my own hands
Letras de cancionesMy best laid plans
Amount to nothing more than vanity
You lift me off the ground
And turn around the tragedy
When I cry at your feet
Still you believe in me
This is a souvenir
Of a time-honored pact
Acknowledgment of
Every self-denying act
A memento of what it means to be
Two as one
I always will believe in you
And you'll believe in me
From Letras Mania