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 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 comp-
are ourselves again.
I can’t believe in this-this blue-lipped, lifeless kiss.
And 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 in-
difference, does it
matter what I say?
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 comp-
are ourselves again.
It’s not that there were ever bad
intentions- it’s
more that we forgot where to call
home. From im-
portant 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
Beautiful
intentions
Formula for
love
It’s not that there were ever bad
intentions- it’s
more that we forgot where to call
home. From im-
portant things that we don’t know to
mention, it’s the
uniform that we put on-the
formula we have for
love