The Building Songtext
von Brisa Roché

I made you a building so grand
The stars and the sun just couldn′t stand
It towering there, blocking their rays
From everyone walking the streets underneath like a maze

With the heat of your heavy angel-bones
You're holding me still
And now my thoughts have flown


I made you a building so high
I knew you were wrong
But I didn′t know why, why
Not out of wires, not with a spoon
I know you don't care but it angers the big giant moon

With the heat of your heavy angel-bones
You're holding me still
And now my thoughts have flown

With the heat of your heavy angel-bones
You′re holding me still
And now my thoughts have flown

Now my thought have flown
Now my thought have flown
Flown, flown, flown...