| Song | Troubled |
| Artist | Land of Talk |
| Album | Some Are Lakes |
| Freedom to finally taste all that I have been chasing | |
| And now that it's here | |
| Not amused, dear, at just how much time I am wasting | |
| But the nights we stayed up all too late | |
| The red and white stripes, they would blend | |
| Them warm, washed-out lips | |
| Ripped magazines to you | |
| Is all I could send | |
| Troubled heart folded | |
| And deviled right over | |
| Mon coeur, c'est fort | |
| Perdu tout pouvoir | |
| Avec moi, avec toi, avec coeur, | |
| Avec un et c'est pris | |
| Nos têtes, nos langues, | |
| Nos oreilles étaient toujours remplies | |
| Mais les histores et chansons de la perte d'innocence | |
| M'ont tellement hanté | |
| Que j'ai remis mes mains dans mes poches | |
| Et ma langue dans ma propre tête | |
| Troubled heart folded | |
| And devil right over | |
| Mon coeur, c'est fort | |
| Perdu tout pouvoir | |
| Make wrong things right | |
| You get down to the level | |
| 'Cause bad things just aren't bigger than you |
| Freedom to finally taste all that I have been chasing | |
| And now that it' s here | |
| Not amused, dear, at just how much time I am wasting | |
| But the nights we stayed up all too late | |
| The red and white stripes, they would blend | |
| Them warm, washedout lips | |
| Ripped magazines to you | |
| Is all I could send | |
| Troubled heart folded | |
| And deviled right over | |
| Mon coeur, c' est fort | |
| Perdu tout pouvoir | |
| Avec moi, avec toi, avec coeur, | |
| Avec un et c' est pris | |
| Nos t tes, nos langues, | |
| Nos oreilles é taient toujours remplies | |
| Mais les histores et chansons de la perte d' innocence | |
| M' ont tellement hanté | |
| Que j' ai remis mes mains dans mes poches | |
| Et ma langue dans ma propre t te | |
| Troubled heart folded | |
| And devil right over | |
| Mon coeur, c' est fort | |
| Perdu tout pouvoir | |
| Make wrong things right | |
| You get down to the level | |
| ' Cause bad things just aren' t bigger than you |