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.