Soft As Birds Lyrics - Singles - Flytape

Baby's screaming on the telephone 

and there's dirt in the sky 

viscous fumes in the passageways 

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.