We all got born so afraid We still search for words to describe that pain And cling to each other Like pigeons in the rain And nuzzle over feathered breasts With beaks all worn and cracked and stained
Hang on to each other And hang on to each other...
So this one's for the lost ones And the dead ones and the ones who fell away All our busted brothers Tumbled lovers spitting at the rain We all got born so afraid And still search for words to describe that pain
And hang on to each other Hang on to each other Hang on to any fucking thing you love.
Birds toss precious flowers From the murky skies above.