The Building

I made you a building so grand

The stars and the sun just couldn't stand

It towering there, blocking their rays

From everyone walking the streets underneath like a maze

With the heat of your heavy angel-bones

You're holding me still

And now my thoughts have flown

I made you a building so high

I knew you were wrong

But I didn't know why, why

Not out of wires, not with a spoon

I know you don't care but it angers the big giant moon

With the heat of your heavy angel-bones

You're holding me still

And now my thoughts have flown

With the heat of your heavy angel-bones

You're holding me still

And now my thoughts have flown

Now my thought have flown

Now my thought have flown

Flown, flown, flown...

Brisa Roché