| Song | Babel |
| Artist | Mumford & Sons |
| Album | Hitzone Vol. 67 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 'Cause I know that time has numbered my days | |
| And I’ll go along with everything you say | |
| But I’ll ride home laughing, look at me now | |
| The walls of my town, they come crumbling down | |
| And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons | |
| And I know their choices color all I’ve done | |
| But I’ll explain it all to the watchman’s son, | |
| I never lived a year better spent in love | |
| 'Cause I know my weakness know my voice, | |
| so now believe in grace and choice | |
| And I know perhaps my heart is farce, | |
| but I’ll be born without a mask | |
| Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride, | |
| I stretch my arms into the sky I cry Babel! Babel! Look at me now | |
| Then the walls of my town, they come crumbling down | |
| You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl, | |
| As all we see will slip into the cloud | |
| So come down from your mountain and stand where we’ve been, | |
| You know our breath is weak and our body thin | |
| Press my nose up to the glass around your heart | |
| I should’ve known I was weaker from the start | |
| You’ll build your walls and I will play my bloody part | |
| To tear, tear them down | |
| Well I’m gonna tear, tear them down | |
| 'Cause I know my weakness know my voice, | |
| but I believe in grace and choice | |
| And I know perhaps my heart is farce, | |
| but I’ll be born without a mask |
| ' Cause I know that time has numbered my days | |
| And I' ll go along with everything you say | |
| But I' ll ride home laughing, look at me now | |
| The walls of my town, they come crumbling down | |
| And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons | |
| And I know their choices color all I' ve done | |
| But I' ll explain it all to the watchman' s son, | |
| I never lived a year better spent in love | |
| ' Cause I know my weakness know my voice, | |
| so now believe in grace and choice | |
| And I know perhaps my heart is farce, | |
| but I' ll be born without a mask | |
| Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride, | |
| I stretch my arms into the sky I cry Babel! Babel! Look at me now | |
| Then the walls of my town, they come crumbling down | |
| You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl, | |
| As all we see will slip into the cloud | |
| So come down from your mountain and stand where we' ve been, | |
| You know our breath is weak and our body thin | |
| Press my nose up to the glass around your heart | |
| I should' ve known I was weaker from the start | |
| You' ll build your walls and I will play my bloody part | |
| To tear, tear them down | |
| Well I' m gonna tear, tear them down | |
| ' Cause I know my weakness know my voice, | |
| but I believe in grace and choice | |
| And I know perhaps my heart is farce, | |
| but I' ll be born without a mask |
| ' Cause I know that time has numbered my days | |
| And I' ll go along with everything you say | |
| But I' ll ride home laughing, look at me now | |
| The walls of my town, they come crumbling down | |
| And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons | |
| And I know their choices color all I' ve done | |
| But I' ll explain it all to the watchman' s son, | |
| I never lived a year better spent in love | |
| ' Cause I know my weakness know my voice, | |
| so now believe in grace and choice | |
| And I know perhaps my heart is farce, | |
| but I' ll be born without a mask | |
| Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride, | |
| I stretch my arms into the sky I cry Babel! Babel! Look at me now | |
| Then the walls of my town, they come crumbling down | |
| You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl, | |
| As all we see will slip into the cloud | |
| So come down from your mountain and stand where we' ve been, | |
| You know our breath is weak and our body thin | |
| Press my nose up to the glass around your heart | |
| I should' ve known I was weaker from the start | |
| You' ll build your walls and I will play my bloody part | |
| To tear, tear them down | |
| Well I' m gonna tear, tear them down | |
| ' Cause I know my weakness know my voice, | |
| but I believe in grace and choice | |
| And I know perhaps my heart is farce, | |
| but I' ll be born without a mask |