Текст песни The Trouble - David O'Dowda

I can't stop on my own
For the trouble
Follows me around
Follows me around
We hesitate to run
And it's all become too slow
When I'll wake up
On my own
I'll catch the best of everything I hope
And I'll take us
To celebrate in peace
I can't stand on my own
For the trouble follows me around
Follows me around
We excavate our bones
And it's all become too slow