Paroles de Trouble

Siamese in today Flustered finds me in the middle Welding our veins to sway With no regard to forthcoming trouble With no regard to forthcoming trouble With no regard to forthcoming trouble Heights with no means to escape Soaring coasts mixed with the rubble Mind's eye forms fields of gray No subtle fears, no grounds for trouble With no regard to forthcoming trouble With no regard to forthcoming trouble A crane, a map, a sign for trouble A fear, a door, a sense of gain To film a crop, unorthodox flowers A mind, too tall to fit unexplained With no regard to forthcoming trouble With no regard to forthcoming trouble