Trouble

When I was a child
I was singing with a bird
I was flying with a bee
Round' and round, yellow and brown
I had many questions
Like, Why? When? And how?
There were some answers surprising me 'til now

One is a trouble
Two is a couple
Which often make troubles out of nothing
People are creative
That's our native
Everybody knows rules but they foul up the game

Two days ago
I was ready to flow
Down the river with a blue and white freedom
But then I saw
The red skies in your sad eyes
Reflecting dying flowers and burning stars, I stopped

One is a trouble
Two is a couple
Which often make troubles out of nothing, yeah
People are creative
That's our native
Everybody knows rules but they foul up the game

One is a trouble
Two is a couple
Which often make troubles out of nothing
People are creative
That's our native
Everybody knows rules but they foul up the game

You're asking me things
I answer you by songs
Sometimes it makes you mad but sometimes you smile
I like when you're smiling
So one time a week
I do something stupid like giving names to each one of your shoes

One is a trouble
Two is a couple
Which often make troubles out of nothing, yeah
People are creative
That's our native
Everybody knows rules but they foul up the game

One is a trouble
Two is a couple
Which often make troubles out of nothing, yeah
People are creative
That's our native
Everybody knows rules but they foul up the game

The red skies in our sad eyes
The red skies in our sad eyes
The red skies in our sad eyes
The red skies in our sad eyes