by Mumford and Sons

Cause I know that time has numbered my days
and I go along with everything you say
But I write home laughing, look at me now,
the walls of my town they come crumbling down.

 And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons
and I know their choices color all I've done
But I'll explain it all to the watchman's son
I never lived a year better spent in love.

Cause I know my weakness, know my voice, 
I'll believe in grace and choice
And I know perhaps my heart is farce 

but I'll be born without a mask

Like the city that nursed my greed
and my pride I stretch my arms into the sky
I cry Babel, Babel, look at me now,
the walls of my town they come crumbling down.

You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl
as though the sea will slip into the cloud
So come down from your mountain
and stand where we've been you know our
Breath is weak and our bodies thin.

Press my nose up to the glass around your heart.
I should have known I was weaker from the start.
You'll build your walls and I'll play my bloody part.
To tear, tear them down.
Well I'm gonna tear, tear them down.

I Know my weakness, know my voice.
I believe in grace and choice.
I know that perhaps my heart is farce but I know that I'll be born without a mask.


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