Begging For Trouble

Just for fun, my vibrant one, grow old With dying suns my vibrant one's grown cold You grow cold as you wait for me in the night, as you struggle You'll wait for me, for you asked, asked for trouble We're not done, my trembling one, be still 'Til I come parading back in red frills with black thrills for you Wait for me in the night, as you struggle You'll wait for me, for you asked, asked for trouble Don't take tears in your dress seriously Don't take wounds in my chest seriously and desperately, I beg you Wait for me in the night, as you struggle You'll wait for me, for you asked, begged for trouble Wait for me, for you asked, begged for trouble Don't take wounds in my chest seriously Just wait