The wind shakes the house
I should let it fall down
But I've held it 'til now
Why stop, stop?
The trees are on fire
So I don't go outside
If I keep my eyes down
I don't have to see it

I stopped looking up at the first sign of trouble
It still looks like asphalt even when it crumbles
I cut myself off from the sky
And I waited to die, I
Trouble
I'm in trouble
I'm in trouble
Trouble, oh
Oh, oh, oh

When you wake up on land
You just eat what you can
And you wait for your chance to ascend again
But it won't come as easy as it did once
Every time you drop it, it gets heaviеr to lift your head

I stopped looking up at the first sign of troublе
It still looks like asphalt even when it crumbles
I cut myself off from the sky
And I waited to die, I
Trouble
I'm in trouble
I'm in trouble
Trouble, oh