I Can Trust U (feat. Miluhska) - Miguelle, Tons & Mendoza

Say, can you hear Is there a meaning to your grief? Where there is pain You see grace As if sacrifice Was meaningful end in itself Your trial and error is error and error Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been broken You're self-absorbed Raving about your cryptic ways Aren't willing to change Old grudges Hoping for your turn All the basement stories you heard Waiting for the world To bend around you Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been broken Waiting for the world To bend around you Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been broken

When you meet that certain someone You've been searchin hard to find... It's a new love full of passion That can sometimes make you blind. I don't mind being swept away If I know right from the start... So before we go much further Can I trust you with my heart? In the time we've spent together I have learned to trust in you. So many things you given... Before I even asked you to. But reality and romance Are sometimes far apart. So, what I really need to know is... Can I trust you with my heart? Can I cast my cares upon you? Can you stand the heavy load? Can I count on you to walk me, down that long and winding road? If you promise me these simple things, I can gurantee... You can always count on me. Can I cast my cares upon you? Can you stand the heavy load? Can I count on you to walk me, down that long and winding road? When two hearts souly surrender, and are sworn to understand... It completes a perfect union, between a woman and a man. So please don't misunderstand me I don't want to go too far Without knowing just one answer ... Can I trust you with my heart? Please Girl... Give me just one answer... Can I trust you with my heart?

Say, can you hear Is there a meaning to your grief? Where there is pain You see grace As if sacrifice Was meaningful end in itself Your trial and error is error and error Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been Hoping You're self-absorbed Raving about your cryptic ways Aren't willing to change Old grudges Hoping for your turn All the basement stories you heard Waiting for the world To bend around you Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been Hoping Waiting for the world to bend around you Waiting for the world to bend around you Waiting for the world to bend around you Staying at the end of a hallway Waiting for the world to bend around you Dozens of doors you never tried to open Waiting for the world to bend around you Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat Waiting for the world to bend around you You try to fix things that have never been broken

Some people say a man is made outta mud A poor man's made outta muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me, 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal And the straw boss said: "Well, a-bless my soul!" You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me, 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me, 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store If you see me comin', better step aside A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't a-get you, then the left one will You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me, 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store