I could feed on my anger
Or I could lie to save face
Or I could water my resentment
'Til it blooms into hate
And I could tell myself I'll never
Even speak to you again
Or I could justify my feelings
I could easily pretend
If it were not for these words
Like a nail being driven
Through my soul: "You must forgive
Even as you've been forgiven"
Angels sent to trouble the waters
Angels sent to trouble the waters
I could turn a deaf ear
Or I could step into the water
I could turn a blind eye
Or I could step into the water
I could be made whole
Angels sent to trouble the waters
Oh, of my conscience and my soul
(Ooh...)
I cold tell you I'm sorry
Or I could show some repentance
Or I could learn humility
And ask for your forgiveness
Or I could swallow my pride
Or I could hope to make amends
And I could cut through my foolishness
And learn to be your friend
Because I can't get past these words
Like a nail being driven
Through my soul: "You must forgive
Even as you've been forgiven"
Angels sent to trouble the waters
Angels sent to trouble the waters
I could turn a deaf ear
Or I could step into the water
I could turn a blind eye
Or I could step into that water
I could be made whole
Angels sent to trouble the waters
Of my conscience and my soul
Angels sent to trouble the waters
(Angels)
Angels sent to trouble the waters, yeah
Angels sent to trouble the waters
Angels sent to trouble the waters, yeah
Oh, yeah, I could step into the water
I could turn a blind eye
Or I could step into the water
I could be made whole
(Angels, angels, angels)
Angels
(Angels, angels, angels)
Angels sent to trouble the waters
Angels sent to trouble the waters...
Trouble the Waters was written by Charlie Peacock & Douglas Kaine McKelvey.
Trouble the Waters was produced by Charlie Peacock.