Featherbrain - Hanne Hukkelberg

And inside these old habits

New dreams hold fires

Broken promises

That’s all I have

A twisted song

That’s all I’ve got

My severing goal

But I’m washing myself all away

This lovely tidiness, my featherbrain

And you tell me to try myself for it to fit into

Took it rate of my wilderness

I’m washing myself all away

This lovely tidiness, my featherbrain

Every rebel it appears

All the rule they twisted

Even where walked my, my civical

Now am I squaring off?

Or am I still to march?

Oh oh me