Lyrics Trouble - The Ballroom Thieves

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