Jesus, there's something wrong. I'm sure you know. Jesus, where have the birds all gone? Where'd they all go? Jesus, you've cried these tears before, before. Jesus, don't say you do when you don't. You don't. The Son is coming back to give us what we lack. Jesus, he's all dressed up for death, for rest. Jesus, he's called your name when he's bored. He's bored. Jesus, he's alive and dead. He's both. A ghost. Jesus, should I just give up, get gone, get going? The Son is coming back to give us what we lack. He knows all that we've done and still gives us love. Jesus, I'm so blinded by little things. I'm so unsure.