When you found me I was surrounded by stones and lilies in a field
I longed for a savior and you said stay here, how weak had I been
In plain sight I displayed my mind, but their eyes were unable to see
But you came by and you asked me why, oh stop what you do to me child
What am I supposed to do without you
Where the hell will I go
I'm inclined to believe you are trouble to be
But for now that means nothing to me
It may be trite, but my god your eyes, make me feel like I haven't in a while
Now the way I tell if my day went well, was if I had made you smile
What am I supposed to do without you
Where the hell will I go
I'm inclined to believe you are trouble to be
But for now that means nothing to me
What am I supposed to do without you
Oh I'd rather not know
I'm inclined to believe you are trouble to be
But for now you are everything to me
