May. 27, 2004,17:11
Babel
if i could
invent love
it would pure and simple
not like this virus
this consuming sickness
and all that is said
with a feverish mind
we'll bring in the tide
we conquer the world
raising mountain ranges so high
for a reflective view
of the world
down below
oh, how i miss you
so close and so far
and what?
this rampart of solitude?
a tower of Babel has made me
invent love
it would pure and simple
not like this virus
this consuming sickness
and all that is said
with a feverish mind
we'll bring in the tide
we conquer the world
raising mountain ranges so high
for a reflective view
of the world
down below
oh, how i miss you
so close and so far
and what?
this rampart of solitude?
a tower of Babel has made me