Flytape - Soft As Birds lyrics

Baby's screaming on the telephone and there's dirt in the sky viscous fumes in the pa**ageways and the house is a mess Angry kids in the doorway the lies and telephones abound got the papers and the court case but we're going to make it through The clouds bellow with light behind the hidden glory rises high with mutters too low for speech far away but well within reach I am the Lord - I am your God I made these things to the glory of Me See no kids on the playground the swings sway in the wind hot needles plunge to ripe vines give in There's alcohol in my head and a girl in my arms how did it come to this now there's violence in a kiss The clouds bellow with light inside the hidden glory comes alive with mutters too thick for words hard as sin, soft as birds I am the Lord - I am your God I made these things so that you might believe.