Текст: Deas Vail. Birds.

This is our true alarms
This is reality
We will do what we can
We are just figurines
With our theology that we don't understand
And we can't forget the beginning
When he set our broken wings

Oh 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
All the numbers come
Yeah, they're dialing in
But we can't but to compare 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 indifference
Does it matter what I say

Oh 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
All the numbers come
Yeah, they're dialing in
But we can't but to compare ourselves again

It's not that there are ever bad intentions
It's more that we forgot where to call home
The important things that we don't know to mention
It's the uniform that we put on
The formula we have for love

Bueatiful intentions
Formula for love
Bueatiful intentions
Formula for love
It's not that there are ever bad intentions
(Beautiful intentions)
It's more that we forgot where to call home
(Formula for love)
The important things that we don't know to mention
(Beautiful intentions)
It's the uniform that we put on
(Formula for love)
The formula we have all wrong