Lyrics Trust - Jim Guthrie

Trust

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