Cause I know that time has numbered my days And I go along with everything you say
But I'll ride home laughing, look at me now The walls of my town they come crumbling down
And my ears hear The call of my unborn sons And I know their choices color all I've done
But I'll explain it all to the watchman's son I never lived a year better spent in love
Cause I know my weakness, know my voice And I'll believe in grace and choice And I know perhaps my heart is farce But I'll be born without a mask
Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride I stretch my arms into the sky
I cry, Babel, Babel, look at me now The walls of my town they come crumbling down
You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl As all we see will slip into the cloud
So come down from your mountain And stand where we've been You know our breath is weak And our bodies thin
Press my nose up to the glass around your heart I should have known I was weaker from the start You'll build your walls And I'll play my bloody part To tear, tear them down Well I'm gonna tear, tear them down
Cos know my weakness, know my voice And I'll believe in grace and choice And I know perhaps my heart is farce But I'll be born without a mask
Compositores: Benjamin Walter David Lovett (Ben Lovett) (PRS), Edward James Milton Dwane (Ted Dwane) (PRS), Marcus Oliver Johnstone Mumford (PRS), Winston Aubrey Aladar Marshall (Country Winston) (PRS)Editor: Polygram Music Publishing Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2012ECAD verificado obra #7024188 e fonograma #12008048 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM