No Drums, No Rhymes, No God Lyrics

There is a frame on the mantle

A print behind the glass

A carefully reproduced sketch

Of a small grey bird

I stare it down for hours

I don't even realize

I become the picture

My wings are made of paper

Real life soundtrack

There are no drums

There are no rhymes

We don't talk about the rest

Real life soundtrack

There are no drums

There are no rhymes

We don't talk about the rest

There is no reason to fear

Real or not, it's moot

The things that used to matter

Just sorta fade away

All that's left is questions

About the fundamentals

I'm not a big believer

In long goodbyes

Real life soundtrack

There are no drums

There are no rhymes

We don't talk about the rest

Real life soundtrack

There are no drums

There are no rhymes

We don't talk about the rest

Real life soundtrack

There are no drums

There are no rhymes

We don't talk about the rest

Real life soundtrack

There are no drums

There are no rhymes

We don't talk about the rest

I log on each morning

I log off each night

It's a carefully structured routine

And I don't want to change

Real life soundtrack

There are no drums

There are no rhymes

We don't talk about the rest

Real life soundtrack

There are no drums

There are no rhymes

We don't talk about the rest

There is a frame on the mantle

A print behind the glass

A carefully reproduced sketch

Of a small grey bird