Birdy: People help the people

God knows what is hiding,
In this world of little consequence.
Behind the tears, inside the lies,
A thousand slowly dying sunsets.

God knows what is hiding,
In those weak and drunken hearts.
I guess the loneliness came knocking,
No one needs to be alone, oh singing,

People help the people,
And if your homesick,
Give me your hand and I'll hold it.
People help the people,
And nothing will drag you down.
Oh and if I had a brain,
Oh and if I had a brain,
I'd be cold as a stone,
And rich as the fool,
That turned all those good hearts away.