Mistaken for Trouble

I know you've been mistaken for trouble

Have my word to be there on the double

For days we've had to stutter and stumble

Cold bones brittle and crumble

I know that we will suffer for certain

The plight be bitter drawn like a curtain

The hope the home the pleasure the calling

It's mine to give away

So, so, the trap the track we call the conscious

Go, go, we manifest the moment forward

So, so, carried by the culture purpose

No, no, fulsome is my heart, a weakness

As rain proceeds to pelt on the pavement

A river on the road what the wave meant

It sets the tone and tremors your muscles

Back down begin again on the hustle

The love, the trust, the future you're forming

The dirt, the dust, the heart that you're warming

The hope, the home, the pleasure, the calling

It's mine to give away

So, so, the trap the track we call the conscious

Go, go, manifest the moment forward

So, so, carried by the culture purpose

No, no, fulsome is my heart, a weakness

Do you believe?

Think you can please?

Shadow machine?

Help with the healing?

So, so, the blood, the stain, the pain, the peeling

Go, go, we recreate the hollow feeling

So, so, the quarter moon the planet turning

No, no, the silver spoon communicating