Trouble (ost. "A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints" "Как узнать своих святых")
Trouble oh trouble set me free I have seen your face And it's too much for me Trouble oh trouble can't you see You're eating my heart away And there's nothing left of me
I've drunk your wine You have made your world mine So won't you be fair So won't you be fair I don't want no more of you So won't you be kind to me Just let me go where I have to go there
Trouble oh trouble move away I have seen your face And it's too much for me today Trouble oh trouble can't you see You have made me a wreck Now won't you leave me in my misery
I have seen you eyes And I can see deaths disguise Hanging on me Hanging on me I'm beat I'm torn Shattered and tossed and worn Too shocking to see Too shocking to see
Trouble oh trouble move from me I have paid my debt now Won't you leave me in my misery Trouble oh trouble please be kind Don't wan't no fight And I haven't got a lot of time