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 [bad word] thing you love...

 Birds toss precious flowers
 From the murky skies above...