I can see for miles from here,
The horizon's clear and pilots steer,
Around the tower we built from the ammo that was thrown our way,
Your hand in mine it melts my fear,
My confidence; a thin veneer,
I never want to climb down and face reality.
Some days heaven is my only comfort,
Some times the end is all I have sight,
Some days heaven is my only comfort,
Through the darkness all I see is your light.
The warm wind blows, clouds are low,
Through the continents plants regrow,
The shadow of our tower slowly turns across the globe,
As down below the embers glow,
Our vain attempts to overthrow,
The corruption of our fathers still scars the land.