Besedila: Bonnie Mckee. Trouble. I Hold Her.

Smokey is my apple and green are my eyes
Silent is snowfall, I whisper goodbyes
Farewell to the child that I use to be
I hold her, she's sobbing, my baby

The wolf and the lion have asked me to play
Though she told me not to, I went anyway
A pile of matches, the truth at my feet
I hold her, she's sobbing, my baby

The cream in my tea spells out something to me
And they say that I'll heal by the day
But, the message I give kills off all will to live
I'm afraid that I'm losing my way

Burning in Heaven, my destiny lies
When she read my stars, she didn't mention that night
I loved you, my Bambi, I don't want to leave
But I hold her she's sobbing, my baby

I hold her, she's sobbing
I hold her, she's sobbing
I hold her, she's sobbing, my baby