f**, I can't find a word I can't make myself hurt And I don't like the tunes that I find Because the tunes have finally flaked my state of mind And the one that I'm in right now And I don't like myself And I don't like my voice But it seems I have no choice but to sing Because this tunes of mine Be coming in my mind And I can't think of anything else to do I keep on singing for the birds and the bees They watch me sing, there else they sit up in the trees I sing for the lonely and I sing for the strangers One day when I die I'm gonna sign for the angels f**, I can't find Girl I'm gonna travel the world To find out what the world is about Because the world has finally flaked my state of mind And the ones that we are right now And I live in a hole And I live to be hold And I live to be holding great sound The song we shares behind the clouds of our time Will eventually be released I keep on singing for the birds and the bees They watch me sing, there else they sit up in the trees I sing for the lonely and I sing for the strangers One day when I die I'm gonna sing for the angels