Trust - Jim Guthrie

We’re gonna like it here

We’re gonna do what we can

What’s the matter with you, my dear?

You’re cool

Could never see what you

Could ever see in these

Stormy balcony views

Aren’t cool

It’s true

And we’ll scream

It is what they wanna hear

What’s the matter with you, my dear?

You’re cool

What we’ll scream:

Screen teens!

Could never drink any gasoline

Eat machine guns they’ve seen

Not like, you could, you could

What’s the matter with you, my dear?

If I get fed up

I’ll shame reality

For doubting you

You can’t doubt what you do

Or birds break up

Formation-less

Conforms you to the rest

Crashed cars and broken chests

Won’t open up

And see the charm in you

An empty cup

And all I want you to

Is to trust me, trust me

Trust, trust, trust, trust…

If it’s all you really own

Then it’s all you own

Cause what you’ve got to show

Is more than you’ll ever know

Heads held high

Even if you didn’t have an audience

Oh no, lacking confidence

Oh no, audience turbulence