Flytape - Soft As Birds lyrics
rate meBaby's screaming on the telephoneAnd there's dirt in the skyViscous fumes in the passagewaysAnd the house is a messAngry kids in the doorwayThe lies and telephones aboundGot the papers and the court caseBut we're going to make it throughThe clouds bellow with light behindThe hidden glory rises highWith mutters too low for speechFar away but well within reachI am the Lord - I am your GodI made these things to the glory of MeSee no kids on the playgroundThe swings sway in the windHot needles plunge to ripe vinesGive inThere's alcohol in my headAnd a girl in my armsHow did it come to thisNow there's violence in a kissThe clouds bellow with light insideThe hidden glory comes aliveWith mutters too thick for wordsHard as sin, soft as birdsI am the Lord - I am your GodI made these things so that you might believe.
