How Much Does It Takes?

This is our true 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 numbers come.
Yeah, they’re dialing in.
We can’t help but to compare 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?

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

Birds by Deas Vail