| Song | Babel Towers |
| Artist | Sarah Brendel |
| Album | Mystic Spirits: Special Classic Edition Vol.2 |
| I stood accused and guilty of many crimes | |
| I went and burned my offerings a thousand times | |
| I know the place the landscape been here before | |
| I will not walk the bad mile anymore ‘ | |
| Cause I have seen the sun that | |
| I shine Comes down like pouring waters | |
| And two wrongs will never make a right | |
| Many times what we’re believing | |
| Is bound to change just like the season | |
| We’re blind eyed of short side | |
| Mistake the darkest night for the light of day | |
| So if tonight | |
| I’m leaving and finally let go | |
| Maybe you’ll find a freedom you’ve never known | |
| You’re pushed into the twilight against your will | |
| And for a timeless second you’re heart stands still | |
| But cutting through the veil of despair | |
| A gentle wind is blowing breathing life on weary bones in chains | |
| Many times what we’re believing | |
| Is bound to change just like the season | |
| We’re blind eyed of short side | |
| We know not wrong from what’s right | |
| And as we sink into the mystery of what we are | |
| And what we should be | |
| We let go of our shadows and in the end we know | |
| Our true face of pure grace a spirit fair and always | |
| We will dance, we will fly | |
| Everyone is so afraid to try | |
| What if we would finally let go | |
| Of all our babel towers |
| I stood accused and guilty of many crimes | |
| I went and burned my offerings a thousand times | |
| I know the place the landscape been here before | |
| I will not walk the bad mile anymore ' | |
| Cause I have seen the sun that | |
| I shine Comes down like pouring waters | |
| And two wrongs will never make a right | |
| Many times what we' re believing | |
| Is bound to change just like the season | |
| We' re blind eyed of short side | |
| Mistake the darkest night for the light of day | |
| So if tonight | |
| I' m leaving and finally let go | |
| Maybe you' ll find a freedom you' ve never known | |
| You' re pushed into the twilight against your will | |
| And for a timeless second you' re heart stands still | |
| But cutting through the veil of despair | |
| A gentle wind is blowing breathing life on weary bones in chains | |
| Many times what we' re believing | |
| Is bound to change just like the season | |
| We' re blind eyed of short side | |
| We know not wrong from what' s right | |
| And as we sink into the mystery of what we are | |
| And what we should be | |
| We let go of our shadows and in the end we know | |
| Our true face of pure grace a spirit fair and always | |
| We will dance, we will fly | |
| Everyone is so afraid to try | |
| What if we would finally let go | |
| Of all our babel towers |