This is our [bad word] 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 [bad word]  
Yeah, they’re dialing in. 
We can’t help but [bad word] 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 [bad word]  
Yeah, they’re dialing in. 
We can’t help but [bad word] 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.