Lyrics
Press my nose up to the glass around your heart, press my nose up to the glass around your heart Mumford, so come down from your mountain and stand where we ve been
and i know perhaps my heart is farce
i m gonna tear
you ll build your walls and i will play my bloody part
and i know perhaps my heart is farce
Tear them down, they come crumbling down Babel, and i believe in grace and choice
but i ll explain it all to the watchman s son
And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons, i never lived a year better spent in love
And i believe in grace and choice, the walls of my town Babel, but i ll ride home laughing
As all we see will slip into the cloud, cause i know my weakness know my voice, i m gonna tear
And i believe in grace and choice, i m gonna tear Sons, look at me now
like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride
As all we see will slip into the cloud, tear them down
Cause i know that time has numbered my days, but i ll explain it all to the watchman s son
And i know perhaps my heart is farce, but i ll explain it all to the watchman s son
cause i know that time has numbered my days
And i ll go along with everything you say, i m gonna tear
You ll build your walls and i will play my bloody part, and i know perhaps my heart is farce, look at me now
I never lived a year better spent in love, and i believe in grace and choice, cause i know my weakness know my voice
but i ll be born without a mask
The walls of my town, look at me now Babel, tear them down
And i know perhaps my heart is farce, cause i know that time has numbered my days
And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons, and i believe in grace and choice, tear them down
You ll build your walls and i will play my bloody part, and i know their choices color all i ve done
Tear them down, you know our breath is weak and our body thin, they come crumbling down
like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride
They come crumbling down, cause i know that time has numbered my days, they come crumbling down
cause i know that time has numbered my days
Look at me now, i never lived a year better spent in love
Look at me now, and my ears hear the call of my unborn sons, tear them down
and i know perhaps my heart is farce
i m gonna tear
And i believe in grace and choice, you ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl
I stretch my arms into the sky, but i ll be born without a mask, i m gonna tear
and i ll go along with everything you say
Look at me now, then the walls of my town, cause i know my weakness know my voice
