From the recording Forbidden Songs
Trouble
Trouble rarely announces itself. More often, it slips quietly into the spaces we stop paying attention to.
Trouble unfolds through hypnotic bass lines, restrained guitars and a slow-burning atmosphere, where repetition gradually transforms unease into quiet acceptance. Rather than chasing dramatic moments, the song allows tension to accumulate naturally, creating a feeling that something has changed long before anyone notices.
The lyrics explore the subtle ways uncertainty enters everyday life, through silence, hesitation and thoughts left unfinished. Whether the "trouble" comes from within or from the world beyond remains deliberately unresolved, inviting the listener to find their own meaning in the spaces between the words.
As part of Forbidden Songs, Trouble continues the album's exploration of psychological landscapes, emotional ambiguity and fragmented storytelling. It is a meditation on the moments when certainty quietly disappears, leaving only instinct, memory and the lingering feeling that some doors, once opened, can never be completely closed.
Lyrics
I come around with open hands
A simple heart
A simple plan
By morning all that's left to see
Is what became of you and me
I never notice where it starts
Or how the distance settles in
One careless word becomes a wall
Before I know where I've been
Every time I think I've changed
The story bends the same way
Every door I close behind me
Finds another reason to stay
Call it bad luck
Call it what you like
I leave a mark
Then fade from sight
Old names fade from memory
Old numbers lose their use
Somebody mentions me in passing
Then quickly changes the excuse
I arrive carrying weather
And leave carrying blame
Different faces
Different places
But somehow it's the same
Every time I think I've changed
The story bends the same way
Every door I close behind me
Finds another reason to stay
Call it bad luck
Call it what you like
I leave a mark
Then fade from sight
Years go by and still I find
The same old ending dressed as new
Different streets and different voices
Leading back to something true
Maybe every door I closed
Was closing back on me
Maybe what I've called bad luck
Was never meant to be
Another evening
Closing down
Another circle
Coming round
I leave the same way
That I came
And somewhere down the line
Trouble again