All the things I did wrong
I pray for a father to forgive
For this providence I long
Will I reach out forever?
Behold the golden tower
Of our savior's church
Reaching up unto the every grey
Our hope knows not d**h
Numb to I's bated breath
We may dream of a world
With no sins for ghosts to forgive
Yet in unwilling eyes
I crave to see God arise!
Behold the golden tower
Of our savior's church
Reaching up unto the ever grey
Our hope knows not d**h...
...Until it too draws a final breath
We must break and crack all bone
Trying to hold up
The continents he built
Man must bear the task alone
Bowed down beneath