Brisa Roche The Building
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...
