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
We can’t forget the beginning, when He set our broken wings
God, how much does it take for us to be loved? For us to be saved?
We are all 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
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?
God, how much does it take for us to be loved? For us to be saved?
We are all 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