All the things I did wrong
I pray for a father to forgive
For this providence I long
Will I reach out forever?

Behold the golden tower
of our saviour's church
Reaching up unto the every grey
Our hope knows not death
Numb to i's bated breath

We may dream of a world
With no sins for ghosts to forgive
Yet in unwilling eyes
I crave to see God arise!

Behold the golden tower
of our saviour's church
Reaching up unto the ever grey
Our hope knows not death...

...Until it too draws a final breath
We must break and crack all bone
Trying to hold up
the continents he built
Man must bear the task alone
Bowed down beneath