City on the hill, Babylon
All these years we laid on your lawn
It seems there's no denying
We're the ones who's wrong
And all our words have been disguised
When songs of love they sound like lies

The white robes worn by the son of man
Were made by hand from the wool of the lamb
Good news, they tell you what you want to hear

You're the best, a lovely lay
These are words that rise up in rage
It seems we're so happy
We might as well be blind
I drink my wine everyday
It takes more shit to fill up my plate

The white robes worn by the son of man
Were stained blood red from the blood of the lamb
Two worlds, tell me where you want to go

One by one they rise above
They've sacrificed their loneliness for love
Please, you've been crying all the way back home
So take my hand through the flames
Because just one slip is all it takes

The white robes worn by the son of man
Were made by hand from the wool of the lamb

Through these eyes I've seen it all
All except the best of all
Oh I've waited for Babylon
And all the dreams to fall...

Lay on your lawn...