we built a tower up to heaven
reaching up and out to Him
curious to what’s beyond
united in our purpose then

and was it wrong to search the sky?
to know the angels, brush their wings?
was it wrong to meditate?
to equate ourselves to kings?

and when He deemed we rose too high
He brought the tower to the ground
colored flesh and broke our tongues
with a hard hand held us down

and was it wrong to search the sky
with all those stars we looked upon?
to see the truths eluding us?
to know what heaven lies beyond?

Your innocence is lost, but what came instead,
What came instead?
Your whole life you'll be asking that.

When ice and snow does winter bring
I close my eyes and dream of spring
when flowers blush, where Sun is king
and wake to hear a bluebird sing

Bedroom, her movements so arcane
with sparks that waltz across her face.
She won't be coming back today;
she loves in many different ways.

I search the sky for aeroplanes.
Her picture on my windowpane;
love lost, a spark falls down the drain,
drips into my eyes just like rain.

The only thing that keeps me sane
is hoping I'll see you again.
Legs bound and move around a chain,
I search the sky for aeroplanes.