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 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 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.