Lyrics: Howie Day. Trouble In Here.

:
All that I wanted to say...
I'll never come here again.
All that I wanted to say...
All gone.
Spring time is always in hand,
Almost as if you were there...
Make it a hole under me again.
Hold on.

'cause I couldn't make up
A thing that you say, love,
There's trouble in here... (hold on)
A thing that I fear.

Take all the love out of me
So I'll never see it again.
Lost where are we?
On a plane... ah... yes...

'cause I couldn't make up
A thing that you say, love,
There's trouble in here... (hold on)
A thing that I feel... yeah...

'cause I couldn't make up
A thing that you say, love,
There's trouble in here.
A thing that I share...
There's trouble in here.
A thing that I feel...

(yeah...)