Troublemaker

Troubled by a thought all night that you won't let go They said “don't look back” but the hindsight's all he knows They were strangers when the night began She put his future in the past

He was struck down at a late hour, weren't you? By a little trouble maker

Charred by a spark at the time but you gave it no thought At a table in the back where you clocked her holding court You struggle to keep calm inside Thought your hands were deeply in the fire

He was struck down at a late hour, weren't you? By a little trouble maker

He was struck down at a late hour, weren't you? By a little trouble maker