Martina Three

If trouble's in your blood, in this place of whispers, who says it does no good, rivers you can name, don't need a chorus, repeat them all the same, times you say you should, be prepared for this, or go nuts, they'll find another way, just do what they insist, knowledge drives you crazy, maybe you need a hug, go away without a ship, rain that falls like dust, if you're free again, rush the middle distance, make the Ocean your frame, why choose, to worry about their lists, blow for tugs, you’ll ride the diagnosis.