Birds - Deas Vail

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