Trouble — Tanita Tikaram

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 herafter Everything is bound to be trouble Yeah, 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