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Text: The Storys. Trouble Deep.

You are my lover
But you can't make this better
I'll drive from the city
To where the sky is nearer

These walls of illumination
Look down on a foreign town
Black birds on the thermal streams
Like kites in a horror scene

I'm in trouble deep
I'm in trouble deep

We talk in broken letters
Some words can hide their meaning
It's so dark I can hardly see out now
Think I might drive away

I'm in trouble deep
But I'm not losing
I'm in trouble deep

Riding out to nowhere
Heading for the sun
Riding out to one more place
From which to run

Riding out to nowhere
Heading for the sun
Riding out to nowhere