Trouble, you found me again I struggle some to stay away but I fit so nicely in your hand Fight through the lie There's not time to sharpen claws I shake my wings in skittish flight, ah Ahh Trouble takes on dull and doubtful legs says have the moon and have the sun and sip politely from the drips Although you'll use my feathers for a bed I'd rather sleep in hell than back in boring death I'm terrified of my heart Its hunger for whatever it may want The way it stops and starts Yeah it may 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 shadow sea Ahh Ahh Trouble, now we're on review again I'll take the moon I'll take the sun wade forever in the drags I'll sail my beating heart away from shore Shall it not return, I'll know that trouble stole the oar