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