Rumours کے بول

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