We all got born so afraid   We still search for words to describe that pain   And cling to each other   Like pigeons in the rain   And nuzzle over feathered breasts   With beaks all worn and cracked and stained      Hang on to each other   And hang on to each other...      So this one's for the lost ones   And the dead ones and the ones who fell away   All our busted brothers   Tumbled lovers spitting at the rain   We all got born so afraid   And still search for words to describe that pain      And hang on to each other   Hang on to each other   Hang on to any fucking thing you love...      Birds toss precious flowers   From the murky skies above...      Hang on to each other...