Besedila: Lluther. Show You Mean It.

You came along as cripple to me.
And played at being sincere completely
You came and promised all I needed
But lies are all I'm left believing

You slid along and made me trust you
And hope became my God and virtue
So all I was came crashing round me
And now you think I'd trust you freely?


Safe or scared
To hope will fail

You've got to show you mean it
Let it show, you mean it
I need it