Big, big trouble
In the end there’s no solitude
Bounded by the choice I am making
Do I believe I can be good?
Choosing to keep myself out of trouble
Sometimes I am misunderstood
Should I give grace to you?
How can I trust you’re telling the truth?
can trouble
Keep
Trouble, yeah
If one of us flies
We all fly
We fly
let
Purify
Purify