It sometimes seems nMy dreamer’s dreams nAre downright laughable nI shrug my shoulders to the world nQuestioning my every syllable nYou always understand nAnd take my hand so naturally nWhen I don’t trust myself nStill you believe in me nnWhen every faith nHas been replaced by objectivity nBy my own hands nMy best laid plans nAmount to nothing more than vanity nYou lift me off the ground nAnd turn around the tragedy nWhen I cry at your feet nStill you believe in me nnThis is a souvenir nOf a time-honored pact nAcknowledgement of nEvery self-denying act nA memento of what it means to be nTwo as one nI always will believe in you nAnd you’ll believe in me.