The beautiful lull,
the dangerous tug
we get to feel small
from high up above
and after a glimpse
over the top
the rest of the world
becomes a giftshop
The pendulum swings
for the horse like a man
out over the rim
is ice cream to him
the beautiful lull,
the dangerous tug
we get to feel small
but not out of place at all
We're forced to bed
but we're free to dream
all us human extras,
all us herded beings
and after a glimpse
over the top
the rest of the world
becomes a giftshop
I don't know what to believe,
so
Trouble Me
Trouble..
Trouble me... disturb me with all your cares and your worries.
Trouble me... on the days when you feel spent.
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden
when my back is sturdy and strong?
Trouble me.
Speak to me... don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling.
Speak to me... there's no telling where it starts or how it ends.
Speak to me... why are you building this thick brick wall to defend me
Speak to me... when your silence is my greatest fear?
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden
when my back is sturdy and strong?
Speak to me.
Let me... have a look inside these eyes while I'm learning.
Let me... please don't hide them just because of tears.
Let me... send you off to sleep with a
"There, there, now stop your turning and tossing."
Let me... let me know where the hurt is and how to heal.
Spare? Spare me? Don't spare me anything troubling.
Trouble me... disturb me with all your cares and you worries.
Speak to me... and let our words build a shelter from the storm.
Let me... And lastly, let me know what I can mend.
There's more, honestly, than my sweet friend, you can see.
Trust is what I'm offering if you trouble me