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Birds
This is our true alarm.
This is reality.
We will do what we can.
We are just figurines,
with a theology,
that we don’t understand.
And we can’t forget the beginning,
when He set our broken wings.
Oh, God, how much does it take
for us to be loved?
For us to be saved?
We all are birds
stuck inside our cage,
covered up with praise.
And behind our saints
we hide our face.
Oh, the numbers come.
Yeah, they’re dialing in.
And we can’t help but to compare ourselves again.
I can’t believe in this—
this blue-lipped, lifeless kiss.
We can’t see past our thrones.
We fight for life within,
but our walls are wearing thin.
Oh God, where have we gone?
When I’m just one fighting indifference,
does it matter what I say?
Oh, God, how much does it take
for us to be loved?
For us to be saved?
We all are birds
stuck inside our cage,
covered up with praise.
And behind our saints
we hide our face.
Oh, the numbers come.
Yeah, they’re dialing in.
We can’t help but to compare ourselves again.
It’s not that there were ever bad intentions—
it’s more that we forgot where to call home.
From important things that we don’t know to mention,
it’s the uniform that we put on—the formula we have for love.
Beautiful intentions
Formula for love
Ooooooooh
Beautiful intentions
Formula for love
Ooooooooh
It’s not that there were ever bad intentions—
it’s more that we forgot where to call home.
From important things that we don’t know to mention,
it’s the uniform that we put on—the formula we have for love.
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it’s the uniform that we put on—the formula we have for love.
From important things that we don’t know to mention,
it’s more that we forgot where to call home.
It’s not that there were ever bad intentions—
Ooooooooh
Formula for love
Beautiful intentions
Ooooooooh
Formula for love
Beautiful intentions
it’s the uniform that we put on—the formula we have for love.
From important things that we don’t know to mention,
it’s more that we forgot where to call home.
It’s not that there were ever bad intentions—
We can’t help but to compare ourselves again.
Yeah, they’re dialing in.
Oh, the numbers come.
we hide our face.
And behind our saints
covered up with praise.
stuck inside our cage,
We all are birds
For us to be saved?
for us to be loved?
Oh, God, how much does it take
does it matter what I say?
When I’m just one fighting indifference,
Oh God, where have we gone?
but our walls are wearing thin.
We fight for life within,
We can’t see past our thrones.
this blue-lipped, lifeless kiss.
I can’t believe in this—
And we can’t help but to compare ourselves again.
Yeah, they’re dialing in.
Oh, the numbers come.
we hide our face.
And behind our saints
covered up with praise.
stuck inside our cage,
We all are birds
For us to be saved?
for us to be loved?
Oh, God, how much does it take
when He set our broken wings.
And we can’t forget the beginning,
that we don’t understand.
with a theology,
We are just figurines,
We will do what we can.
This is reality.
This is our true alarm.
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