Instrument - Eliza Gilkyson

That one is predetermined That one, it finds another This one comes in one window Sliding out the other We need an instrument We need an instrument To take a measurement To find out if loss could weigh We need to know value We need to place value In case it all comes true Could it be loss could weigh? That one is predetermined That one, it finds another This one comes in one window Sliding out the other It's always they that's dying But now it's we that's dying So sooner comes the trying To understand that loss could weigh We've been dragged through the fire We bragged about that fire But suddenly we're tired Could it be that loss could weigh? Could it be that loss could weigh? Loss could weigh Loss could weigh Loss could weigh Loss could Loss could Weigh, weigh, weigh, weigh, weigh

Many years ago he looked out through a glassless window. All that he could see was Babylon. Beautiful green fields and dreams, And learn to measure the stars. But there was a worry in his heart. He said, How could it come to this? I'm really worried about living. How could it come to this? Yeah I really want to know about this. Is it like today? Then there came a day. It moved out 'cross the Mediterranean. Came to western isles and the Greek young men. And with their silver beards they laughed At the unknown universe. They could sit and guess God's name. But they said, How could it come to this? We're really worried about living. How could it come to this. Yeah, we really want to know about this. Is it like today? Then there followed days of Kings, Empires and revolution. Blood just looks the same when you open the veins. But sometijmes it was faith, power or reason as the cornerstone. But the furrowed brow has never left his face. He said, How could it come to this? We've been living in a landslide! How could it come to this? Yeah, we really want to know about this. Is it like today? Then there came a day, man packed up, Flew off from the planet. He went to the moon, Now he's out in space, Hey, fixing all the problems. He comes face to face with God. How could it come to this? I'm really worried 'bout my creation. How did it comes to this? You 're really killing me, you know. It isn't just today? Is it like today? Is it like today? Bang!

PAINTER? Soul breathingLo? How the red rose carries my nameThe hand of the wind moves the wheel of my seasons Love in the cup of my life? AgainThere is love in the cup of my life