i believe that love is something we all let die
withered into nothing as we all just stood by
gathered here together without compromise
so what's the point when we are hollow inside

and people call me cynical for speaking my mind
still completely oblivious that they remain blind
i don't care if i'm stoned for being open about
how we're all damned for giving up on life now

i believe that hope was murdered by our frustrations
death is not the answer but it's an explanation
a reason to forget and to drown out sorrows
listen to the birds, they'll be gone by tomorrow
listen to the birds, they'll be gone by tomorrow
listen to the birds, they'll be gone by tomorrow
listen to the birds, they'll be gone by tomorrow
listen to the birds, they'll be gone by tomorrow
listen to the birds, they'll be gone by tomorrow
listen to the birds, they'll be gone by tomorrow
listen to the birds, they'll be gone by tomorrow
listen to the birds, they'll be gone by tomorrow
listen to the birds, they'll be gone by tomorrow
listen to the birds, they'll be gone by tomorrow
listen to the birds, they'll be gone by tomorrow
listen to the birds, they'll be gone by tomorrow