nor do I trust the sweet honey bee\'s
or the nightingale\'s that sing
I can\'t trust anything that moves
nor the very shaking of the tree\'s
so forget the magnificent cypress
and the pine
a lesson in life
I don\'t trust a thing
not even the soft wind on my cheeks
and as I look up to the stars
I don\'t trust them either
is the sky falling down?
I stand still to see
clouds are moving fast
is the great moon winking at me?
is it my imagination
playing tricks to see?
I just don\'t trust a thing
and I don\'t know
if I ever really will again?