Trouble (What Wrote These Songs)

Comfort comes in the mo(u)rning Light goes through and not around the eye The storm is a needle Hemming the grace you cannot deny It's wrong, but it still belongs And it wrote these songs

I've had millions of dollars Stolen from me I've had thousands of hours Spent for free The presence of what is gone Is what wrote these songs

Well, I hear that your best man Will fetch you a bride But if you become his yes-man He'll leverage your pride And string you right along But it wrote these songs

In this world You will have Trouble Trouble Trouble