She said "maybe"
He thought "tomorrow"
Often, between one being and another
The path falls away
The crowd is too big
For comebacks
And our bodies surrender
To other loves
They piled stone on stone, between earth and heaven
They constructed with their hands the Tower of Babel
He shouted "give"
The other said "too late"
At that time, between men and men
There was no more sight
The earth is too big
And men are deaf
And our hands reach
Always open
They piled stone on stone, between earth and heaven
They constructed with their hands the Tower of Babel
For a word which proclaims
A word out of place
There will be flames
Throughout the universe
The mouths are big
For beautiful rhetoric
But the skins sell
The skins of drums
One day our languages
WIll speak of flowers
And marriage
Of four colours
Will you know enough to understand
That they speak of love?
I'll wait for you
At the foot of the Tower
Meanwhile, Cain is still hunting Abel
But I've constructed with my hands the Tower of Babel