Brisa Roché - The Building lyrics

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...