Little Nemo Rumours
The phone lies on the floor
I've just hung up and the story's over
As I lie down I wonder
If things will ever be the same
A faint light shines through the shutters
And dust glitters in the haze
I close my eyes and I remember
How lonely you seemed to be in those days
Can you trust anyone
When suspicion is all around your mind
Spreading inside
I can feel it in your mind
Thoughts can be worse than words
When they're ruled by doubts
Can you trust anyone
When suspicion is all around your mind
Some day you may understand
There's nothing worse than treacheries
Commited by the ones you like
Fueled by gossips and believed lies
Rumours are the disease of credulous minds
