Text: Tanita Tikaram. Trouble.

I'm not there if ever I was there
I'm sure I was never so bold
If ever I spoke so, I'm sure it's trouble
Not my trouble

I'm not so sure if I control this laughter
Everything here after
Everything is bound to be a trouble
Not my trouble, trouble
No, not my trouble

If I was to blame
I'm sure we'll work it out
If I was to blame
I'm sure it was about
Trouble, not my trouble

It's not my game
It's not mine
It's not my game

There is a tired face
A hiding to nothing face
A face that you keep to explore this trouble
You trouble me more and more
Trouble me more

I'm not certain
I ever could explain
Never certain
But I do need to explain

Trouble
Not my trouble
Trouble
It's not mine