Paroles de 'The Trouble With Us (feat. Marcus Marr)' par Chet Faker

You mumble under your breath
I doubt you know what she said
Let's get this off of your chest
Right here, right now
I’m tryna make this a mess
We’re tryna run in the dark
We’re makin’ reasons to destroy our believing
Cause we’re addicted to bleeding hearts

Got me
Fighting making nothing sacred
We’re tearing paint off the walls
Nights are made of kiss and makeup
It’s on the edge of emotional

I see that look in your eyes
Heartbeats get in the way
I see that look in your face
I can’t take it away

Ooh, God
That’s the trouble with me
I need the trouble with you
Ooh, God
That’s the trouble with us
I need the trouble with trust
Ooh, God
That’s the trouble with me
I need the trouble with you
Ooh, God
That’s the trouble with us
I need the trouble with trust

(I see you looking at me)

You let me under your dress
But you won’t show me your heart
Teach me a lesson I guess
I still go back to the dark
I’m tryna clean up the mess
Girl I don’t know where to start
Were in the season of deliberately needing
A fire to burn in our hearts

Got me
Fighting making nothing sacred
We’re tearing paint off the walls
Nights are made of kiss and makeup
It’s on the edge of emotional

I see that look in your eyes
Heartbeats get in the way
I see that look in your face
I can’t take it away

Ooh, God
That’s the trouble with me
I need the trouble with you
Ooh, God
That’s the trouble with us
I need the trouble with trust
Ooh, God
That’s the trouble with me
I need the trouble with you
Ooh, God
That’s the trouble with us
I need the trouble with trust

(I see you looking at me
And now I don’t know who to believe)