Kilo

No, I won't be fickle fisted

I won't 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 can't be sizing my own guesses

When the outcome's fatal

A face like flint I measure

All things to the same kilo

I can't be sizing my own guesses

When the outcome's 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 won't 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 can't be sizing my own guesses

When the outcome's fatal

A face like flint I measure

All things to the same kilo

I can't be sizing my own guesses

When the outcome's 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