Lyrics Oh, Songbird - Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards

I keep my distance out of deference it happens of course
But frequency of this is dominating every discourse
I understand but comprehension leaves more to be desired
The common sense is rinsed and since this realization I find

I'm growing tired, uninspired by the bicker and bitch
It grows and feeds like a disease until I bleed from the itch
Unearthing each and every hollow body raising the lich
The ways of old are new and bold and we are governed by it

The world is dark these days
And all the larks are caged in silence
They've no heart to sing
This too shall come to pass
This is not built to last
Oh, songbird
Find me in the spring

And my affliction is all the world is facing
When all is undone
We all outstretch embracing
A distant notion of something worth remembering
Of all that can be done
Of all that's left worth saving

I'm one of many each and every one is striking the match
Intent on burning every wretch until they wither to ash
To tolerate the squalor built by the intolerant begs
To be complicit in cementing out place in the dregs
Listen in keep an ear to the ground when it ends
Listen in and follow the sound

The world is dark these days
And all the larks are caged in silence
They've no heart to sing
This too shall come to pass
This is not built to last
Oh, songbird
Find me in the spring

Find me in the spring