| I know that time has numbered my days
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| And I’ll go along with everything you say
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| But I’ll write home laughing, «Look at me now»
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| But the walls in my town will come crumbling down
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| My ears hear the call of my unborn sons
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| And I know that choices color all I’ve done
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| But I’ll explain it all to the watchman’s son
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| I never lived a year better spent in love
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| I know my weakness, know my voice
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| And I’ll believe in Grace and Choice
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| And I know perhaps my heart is sparse
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| But I’ll be born without a mask (oh)
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| Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride
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| I stretch my arms into the sky
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| I cried, «Babel, Babel look at me now»
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| But the walls of my town they come crumbling down
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| You ask, «Where we will stand in winds that will howl?»
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| As all we see will slip into the cloud
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| So come down from your mountain and stand where we been
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| You know our breath is weak and our body thin
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| Press my nose up to the glass around your heart
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| I should’ve known I was weaker from the start
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| You’ll build your walls and I will play my bloody part
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| To tear, tear them down
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| Well I’m gonna tear, tear them down |