| Our towers are all tall | |
| They reach out into the sunlight | |
| Like the arms from far below | |
| They appear from worlds of endless night | |
| I may never see the sun | |
| While I'm lost within the shadows | |
| Because our towers have become | |
| The divorce of any love we know | |
| Our friends become our foes | |
| We'll stand together, together | |
| Tear our devils down | |
| And they will fall like feathers | |
| Like feathers slowly to the ground | |
| I can only see the stars | |
| In the reflections on the windows | |
| Of the walls the tower far | |
| In all directions like a curtain closed | |
| With nowhere left to go |