Trouble

You feel your heartbeat
(Bust, bust, bust)
The colour of your cheeks
(Flushed, flushed, flushed)
Can’t set the TV
(Adjust, just adjust)
What’s your strategy?
(Rush, rush, rush)
Why’s it always feel like you’re running away?
Hiding behind that tense little face
I know where your head’s at
(Crushed, crushed, crushed)
Don’t you wanna kick back
(The dust, the dust, the dust)
Slow, breathe in, breathe out
But when you close your eyes, the nightmares are back
You’re pushing through the crowd like you’re under attack
Driving your mind but it’s fading to black
And then you’ve got trouble, you’ve got trouble
Gotta face your fears or they’ll scare you to death
Like ugly souvenirs you keep in your head
Driving your mind but it’s fading to black
And then you’ve got trouble, you’ve got trouble
Struggling to pay the bills
(Bust, bust, bust)
Juggling sleeping pills
(Much, too much, too much)
Pumping up the greed
(Costs, costs, costs)
In the dollar we
(Trust, trust, trust)
Why’s it always feel like you’re running away?
Fried worry lines on your face everyday
I know where your head’s at
(Crushed, crushed, crushed)
Don’t you wanna kick back
(The dust, the dust, the dust)
Slow, breathe in, breathe out
But when you close your eyes, the nightmares are back
You’re pushing through the crowd like you’re under attack
Driving your mind but it’s fading to black
And then you’ve got trouble, you’ve got trouble
Gotta face your fears or they’ll scare you to death
Like ugly souvenirs you keep in your head
Driving your mind but it’s fading to black
And then you’ve got trouble, you’ve got trouble
If you go through the day stressing away
You’re never gonna get out alive
Mainlining control, forgetting your soul
You’re never gonna get out alive
Is it so important, so important
Go back to «start», follow your heart
And never let them take you alive
But when you close your eyes, the nightmares are back
You’re pushing through the crowd like you’re under attack
Driving your mind but it’s fading to black
And then you’ve got trouble, you’ve got trouble
Gotta face your fears or they’ll scare you to death
Like ugly souvenirs you keep in your head
Driving your mind but it’s fading to black
And then you’ve got trouble, you’ve got trouble
But when you close your eyes, the nightmares are back
You’re pushing through the crowd like you’re under attack
Driving your mind but it’s fading to black
And then you’ve got trouble, you’ve got trouble