Trouble Songtext
von The Ballroom Thieves

Trouble, you′ve found me again
I struggle some to stay away
But I fit so nicely in your hand
Fight through the light
There's no time to sharpen claws
Or shake my wings in skittish flight


Trouble takes a doe on doubtful legs
Says, have the moon and have the sun
But sip politely from the dregs
Although you′ll use my feathers for a bed
I'd rather sleep in hell than beckon boring death
I'm terrified of my heart
It′s hunger for whatever it may want
The way it stops and starts

I might saunter into war
Trouble doesn′t keep a civil score
You use but words to speak to me
And for you I am pellucid as a shallow sea

Trouble, I will run with you again
I'll take the moon, I′ll take the sun
I'll wade forever in the dregs
I′ll sail my beating heart away from shore
Shall it not return, I'll know that trouble stole the oars