You're in trouble... You're in trouble... You could always get under my skin You made a nest within my skull My curling horns would house Your thorns until blossoms formed, but- You're in trouble... You're in trouble... You could always get under my skin Entwine your vines and bend my limbs To suit your whims The racing winds that rushed through us like thunder I could always count your number, black against the dust. I promised something bigger than you, Something bigger than us, but- You're in trouble... You're in trouble... I'm gonna get you out If it means I wrap myself inside your belt If it means I end up under my own wheels I'd run out of road before I'd regret how good getting into trouble feels...