kilo

No I wont be fickle fisted
I wont drop cards from my chest
And all around I feel my senses
Subject to the swirling mess
A face like flint I measure
All things to the same kilo
I cant be sizing my own guesses when the outcomes fatal
A face like flint I measure
All things to the same kilo
I cant be sizing my own guesses when the outcomes fatal
In a changing garden be my tether
In a static room come unfurl my feathers
In a changing garden be my tether
In a static room come and unfurl my feathers
No I wont be heavy handed
I will not breach that iron fence
And even if my situation does not offer me any changes
I will not speak in future tense
Cause a face like flint I measure
All things to the same kilo
I cant be sizing my own guesses when the outcomes fatal
A face like flint I measure
All things to the same kilo
I cant be sizing my own guesses when the outcomes fatal
In a changing garden be my tether
In a static room come unfurl my feathers
In a changing garden be my tether
In a static room come unfurl my feathers
In a changing garden be my tether
In a static room come unfurl my feathers