With the blood thats shed
Its a lonely view.

The story:

One fateful day, I asked my brother if he liked the song Scar Tissue, because it had been stuck in my head that day. He asks me, "how does it go again?" Of course, I start singing the chorus, and he starts laughing. I ask why, and he says "Thats not how it goes. Everyone knows it 'with birds in the shed its a lonely view!'" So i look up the lyrics, and it turns out we're both wrong. Ahh, sibling rivalry.