You ain't seen nothing
Through that broken view
It's all smoke and mirrors
And all the thorns amongst the dew
They are nothing more than words
In the field and running
Chasing shadows of old
The voices be the master
It's all you have ever known
They are nothing more than words
You're licking at the wounds
That never seem to soothe
My trouble girl
My trouble girl
You're picking at the holes
Left by someone else
My trouble girl
My trouble girl