Babel Songtext
von Lesoir
Babel Songtext
Is it the earth that calls
Or the urge to settle down?
No voice, no sound
Though it′s clear, it's loud
On the plains our build
Will set about
Here behind these hills
Where we left our past
From far we came
To high we′re heading now
Never looked back
Now we won't look down
The earth cries out
It's urge to slow it down
Our voice, our sound
It′s clear, it′s loud
From far we came
To high we're heading now
Never looked back
Now we won′t look down
The earth cries out
It's urge to slow it down
Our voice
(Our voice)
Old soul your little eyes pierce inside
See the worries in my mind
You look, you smile as if you say: It will be alright
Now so little
Bit so wise my child
Old soul don′t grow too fast, grow too fast
Don't bother what the world expects no just yet
You′ll look, you'll smile and then you'll say: It will be alright
Soon so so big
So wise my child
Don′t bother what the world expects
You will know what′s best
Whether you babble or you speak
You'll be perfect
Always be perfect
Be perfect to me
Soon so big, so wise
A painting
Your best picture is not a threat on the wall
That red sky as decoration
Becomes a different sensation
When rain begins to fall
What separates a flash
A split-second from a century?
Content, and context
What separates the life of a woman, or man
That achieves a million things
Or one monumental thing
From one that achieves nothing that anyone remembers?
Content, and context
What separates those that have lived lives
Full of love and happiness
From those that have endured
Unfathomable pain and suffering
And never known a single moment of a bliss?
Much, much more than just content and context
Everything, the world
Yet in the scheme of things all lives and all experiences
Have a beginning, an end, and an in between and are one
As if they never were
Through the palms of the hands
Of the earth we slip
We are like water
That seeps through her fists
We just take from her
And we never give
We are losing it
Losing grip
She lets go of us
She is furious
She′s our ears and our eyes
When we are sleeping
How much longer
She lets us breath
And will she tolerate
There narrow escapes
She lets go of us
She is furious
Or the urge to settle down?
No voice, no sound
Though it′s clear, it's loud
On the plains our build
Will set about
Here behind these hills
Where we left our past
From far we came
To high we′re heading now
Never looked back
Now we won't look down
The earth cries out
It's urge to slow it down
Our voice, our sound
It′s clear, it′s loud
From far we came
To high we're heading now
Never looked back
Now we won′t look down
The earth cries out
It's urge to slow it down
Our voice
(Our voice)
Old soul your little eyes pierce inside
See the worries in my mind
You look, you smile as if you say: It will be alright
Now so little
Bit so wise my child
Old soul don′t grow too fast, grow too fast
Don't bother what the world expects no just yet
You′ll look, you'll smile and then you'll say: It will be alright
Soon so so big
So wise my child
Don′t bother what the world expects
You will know what′s best
Whether you babble or you speak
You'll be perfect
Always be perfect
Be perfect to me
Soon so big, so wise
A painting
Your best picture is not a threat on the wall
That red sky as decoration
Becomes a different sensation
When rain begins to fall
What separates a flash
A split-second from a century?
Content, and context
What separates the life of a woman, or man
That achieves a million things
Or one monumental thing
From one that achieves nothing that anyone remembers?
Content, and context
What separates those that have lived lives
Full of love and happiness
From those that have endured
Unfathomable pain and suffering
And never known a single moment of a bliss?
Much, much more than just content and context
Everything, the world
Yet in the scheme of things all lives and all experiences
Have a beginning, an end, and an in between and are one
As if they never were
Through the palms of the hands
Of the earth we slip
We are like water
That seeps through her fists
We just take from her
And we never give
We are losing it
Losing grip
She lets go of us
She is furious
She′s our ears and our eyes
When we are sleeping
How much longer
She lets us breath
And will she tolerate
There narrow escapes
She lets go of us
She is furious
Writer(s): Ingo Dassen, Maartje Meessen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
