Sing for the angels

Fuck I can't find a word
I can't make myself heard
And I don't like the tunes that I find
Because the tunes I find
reflect my state of mind
and the one that I am right now
And I don't like myself and I don't like my voice
but it seems I have no choice but to sing
Because these tunes of mine
keep coming in my mind
and I can't think of anything else to do
I keep on singing for the birds and the bees
They watch me sing as they sit up in the trees
I sing for the lonley and I sing for strangers
One day, when I day, I'm gonna sing for angels
Fuck I can't find a girl
I'm gonna travel the world and find out what the world is about
Because the world I find
will reflect our state of mind
And the ones that we are right now
And I live in a hole
And I live to be whole
And I live to behold the great sun
The sun that shines behind
the clouds of our time
and which will eventually be released
I keep on singing for the birds and the bees
They watch me sing there as they sit up on the trees
I sing for the lonley and I sing for strangers
One day, when I day, I'm gonna sing for the angels.