'Cause I know that time has numbered my days
 And I'll go along with everything you say
 But I'll ride home laughing, look at me now
 The walls of my town, [bad word] [bad word] 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 ain't ever lived a year better spent in love

 'Cause I know my weakness, know my voice
 And I believe in grace and choice
 And I know perhaps my heart is fast,
 But I'll be born without a mask

 Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride,
 I stretch my arms into the sky
 I cry Babel! Babel! Look at me now
 Then the walls of my town, [bad word] [bad word] down

 You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl,
 As all we see will slip into the cloud
 [bad word] down from your mountain and stand where we've been,
 You know our breath is weak and our body thin

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

 'Cause I know my weakness, know my voice,
 And I believe in grace and choice
 And I know perhaps my heart is fast,
 But I'll be born without a mask