(sin was brought into the world by man, which caused death and decay)
And I'll go along with everything you say
But I'll ride home laughing, look at me now,
For the walls of my tower they come crumbling down
And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons,
And I know the choices color all I've done
But I'll explain it all to the watchman's son,
I ain't ever lived a year better spent in love
(He will follow God's rules, cause he knows the reward is great. he knows his choices has consequences and he will have to be judged one day. But he's never been as happy as he is now that he is saved.)
'Cause I know my weakness, know my voice
And I'll believe in grace and choice
And I know perhaps my heart is farce
But I'll be born without a mask
(He repents his sins and knows he will be born again in truth)
Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride,
I stretched my arms into the sky
(Like the sinful Babel wanted to stretch up to heaven-to reach it without God, he now stretches his arms up to God in worship)
I cry Babel, Babel, look at me now
For the walls of my tower they come crumbling down
(God has forgiven his sin)
You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl
as we see all slipping through the cloud?
(But Babel(the unrepentant people) are still lost without God's protection)
So come down from your mountain and stand where we've been
You know our breath is weak and our body thin
(He ask God to intervene in helping people understand His power)
Press my nose up to the glass around your heart
I should've known I was weaker from the start
(He knows you can only get to Heaven through your faith in Jesus Christ)
You'll build your walls, and I will play my bloody part
(We build our towers of Babel, trying to get there ourselves, while Jesus had to play his 'bloody' part, and was crucified for our sins)
To tear, tear them down
Well I'm gonna tear, tear them down
(God will tear down our efforts when we cling to our will instead of His.)
'Cause I know my weakness, know my voice
And I'll believe in grace and choice
And I know perhaps my heart is farce
But I'll be born without a mask
This is from a religious viewpoint
I know the time has numbered my days,
(sin was brought into the world by man, which caused death and decay)
And I'll go along with everything you say But I'll ride home laughing, look at me now, For the walls of my tower they come crumbling down And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons, And I know the choices color all I've done But I'll explain it all to the watchman's son, I ain't ever lived a year better spent in love
(He will follow God's rules, cause he knows the reward is great. he knows his choices has consequences and he will have to be judged one day. But he's never been as happy as he is now that he is saved.)
'Cause I know my weakness, know my voice And I'll believe in grace and choice And I know perhaps my heart is farce But I'll be born without a mask
(He repents his sins and knows he will be born again in truth)
Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride, I stretched my arms into the sky
(Like the sinful Babel wanted to stretch up to heaven-to reach it without God, he now stretches his arms up to God in worship)
I cry Babel, Babel, look at me now For the walls of my tower they come crumbling down
(God has forgiven his sin)
You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl as we see all slipping through the cloud?
(But Babel(the unrepentant people) are still lost without God's protection)
So come down from your mountain and stand where we've been You know our breath is weak and our body thin
(He ask God to intervene in helping people understand His power)
Press my nose up to the glass around your heart I should've known I was weaker from the start
(He knows you can only get to Heaven through your faith in Jesus Christ)
You'll build your walls, and I will play my bloody part
(We build our towers of Babel, trying to get there ourselves, while Jesus had to play his 'bloody' part, and was crucified for our sins)
To tear, tear them down Well I'm gonna tear, tear them down
(God will tear down our efforts when we cling to our will instead of His.)
'Cause I know my weakness, know my voice And I'll believe in grace and choice And I know perhaps my heart is farce But I'll be born without a mask