Trouble

Siamese in today,
Flustered finds me in the middle
Welding our veins to sway
With no regard to forth coming trouble

With no regard to forth coming trouble
With no regard to forth coming trouble

Heights with no means to escape
Soaring coasts mixed with the rubble
Minds eye forms fields of grey
No subtle fears, no grounds for trouble

With no regard to forth coming trouble
With no regard to forth coming 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