Trouble With the Green Songtext
von Stornoway

Red first, red for the sun
Brush it on thick see it drip, drip, dripping down
Bright red, straight from the heart
Build it up slow, the horizon starting to show

Pure gold, needles of gold
Weave them in thin, for the sunbeams shooting through
The white page I′m painting for you
Mixing up the colours of your troubles, I know you've got

Trouble with the green, giving you the blues
Mix it with the white and the colours are bright again
Trouble with the white, led you to the black
Put you in the red and you′re falling apart again

Light grey, feathery clouds
Delicate strokes with the brush, brush flowing now
White lines crossing the sky
Violet streak turning lilac, stretching out


Through blue, indigo blue
Darker up there with the memories flickering
Deep blue, thinking of you
Mixing up the colours of your troubles, I know you've got

Trouble with the green, giving you the blues
Mix it with the white and the colours are bright again
Trouble with the white, led you to the black
Put you in the red and you're falling apart again

Trouble with the green, giving you the blues
Mix it with the white and you′re feeling alright again
Trouble with the white, led you to the black
Stealing all the colours from your beautiful mind
Stealing all the colours from your beautiful mind (again)
Stealing all the colours from your beautiful mind again
Again

Red sun, low on the page
You can decide if it′s going up or down
Black tar, holding you tight
Got you so tight that you think that freedom is

Jet black, black as the night
I know I can't paint what your body′s screaming for
Freedom, up in the sky
Mixing up the colours of your troubles, I know you've got


Trouble with the green, giving you the blues
Mix it with the white and the colours are bright again
Trouble with the white, led you to the black
Put you in the red and you′re falling apart again

Trouble with the green, giving you the blues
Mix it with the white and you're feeling alright again
Trouble with the white, led you to the black
Stealing all the colours from your beautiful mind again
Again

-the white
And you′ve got trouble, trouble
Led you to the black and you've got trouble