Like a moth through a flame
Or a poet in the rain
Like a sailor on land
In this last touch of your hands
And all the Gods above
What we did in the name of love
While it’s so easy to draw your gun
So easy to hit and run
Babel burns, the tables have turned
To give meaning to hope, she said
To feel we have lived, she said
Realize in this touch, five years isn’t much,
Because we still haven’t learned, she said
Life is a trap, she said
Because there’s is no turning back, she said
Feel blood rush through your veins
Make a temple of a name
And feel we have loved she said
Babel is burning, our world is about to end
When the clock stopped ticking
As if the drugs have kicked in
Every face has a story to tell
Everyone has been through hell
And all the lights gone dim
See the bodies sway from side to side
Come bathe in the darkest of nights
Dance with the shadows under pale moonlight
And become a page in a book
Of a book in a shelf
To feel you’re still there
To feel you still care
I see now nothing ever ends
Not a day has been forgotten
Not a day has been wasted
If this was all to be learned from love
Babel burns, the tables have turned
Babel is burning
To give meaning to hope, she said
To feel we have lived, she said
Realize in a touch, five years isn’t much,
Because we still haven’t learned, she said
Life is a trap, she said
Because there’s is no turning back, she said
Feel blood rush through your veins
Make a temple of a name
Live side by side with ghosts
What it means to feel God’s
Grace a touch
In this last touch
What it means to have loved, she said
Babel burns, Babel burns
Now Babel burns
That's why Babel must burn down to the ground
Why we must part without a sound
Babel is burning; our world is about to end
Recorded over the space of a year, the vivid pop songs on the latest from themme fatale match sugary hooks with diaristic lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 13, 2022
