To sleeping innocent minds
It happens at the break of day
Before your wits are gathered
Even before you are awake
Your thoughts will find a clock to wind
And put dissent into your ear
Even before your eyes are open
The plot has thickened round your fear
We borrow trouble
Seems we all know how
It’s an expression from the old days
But even more true now
We borrow trouble
We even borrow time
Like you don’t have enough of your own
Now you want some of my–
Trouble!
I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give
I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give
I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give
I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give
I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give
I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give
I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give
I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give
I dropped like a stone
Like a bag of dead weight
So good at picturing the life that I was gonna be left out of
Rather than the one I’d made
Well, these arguing words
They gather heavy on my mind
Knitting thoughts like they’re my destiny
Like they’re the measurement of time
(Huh!)
I borrowed trouble
I lived on borrowed time
It’s a poor skill to get so good at
Making wrong what is all right
We all borrow trouble
It seems we all know how
It’s an expression from the old days
But even more true now
Trouble!
(I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give)
(I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give)
Trouble!
(I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give)
(I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give)
Trouble!
(I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give)
(I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give)
Trouble!
(I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give)
(I’ll take all of it that you’ve got to give)