We perceive the smallest motion We detect the slightest change All the acts are predetermined All the facts have played their age It could be bigger It could be wiser Truth is hard to see Why don't you trust me? It could be bigger It could be wiser Why don't you trust me? Why don't you trust me? Despite the loss, we count the losses Despite the loss, we trace the change Aborted plans and theories forfeit All the facts have played their age Truth is hard to see Why don't you trust me? Truth is hard to see Why don't you trust me?