The Trouble lyrics
by David O’Dowda
I can’t stop on my own
For the trouble
Follows me around
Follows me ‘round
We hesitate to run
And it’s all become too slow
When I wake up on my own
I’ll catch the best of everything I hold
And I’ll take us
To celebrate in peace
I can’t stand on my own
For the trouble
Follows me around
Follows me ‘round
We excavate our bones
And it’s all become too slow