Shuttled through narrow gaps

All these walls line our trap

Brick and steel, glass, concrete

No more field and no more tree

Babel Babel rising

Cleaves the air

Babel Babel winding

Climbs the stair

Baby baby, listen

Can't you hear?

Babble babble

Is the language here

Windows stack ladder lines;

In between, the gutters climb

Edges cut, corners meet;

Angles tear at the angel's wings

High above checkered streets

Pitch the roof at the peak

Pigeon coo, patch of blue

Pinhole sun in a penthouse room

Babel Babel

Rising cleaves the air

Babel Babel

Winding climbs the stair

Baby baby, listen

Can't you hear?

Babble babble

Braying in my ears

Higher still, raise the cranes;

Lift us up beyond our fate

Kiss the mouth of heaven's bell

From the pinnacles of hell

One more floor, two more feet;

Always just out of reach

One more brick, almost there;

Vanish in the thinning air

Babel Babel

Rising cleaves the air

Babel Babel

Winding climbs the stair

Baby baby, listen

Can't you hear?

Babble babble

Fills the atmosphere

Babel Babel

Rising cleaves the air

Babel Babel

Winding climbs the stair

Baby baby, listen

Can't you hear?

Babble babble

Echoes everywhere

Lyrics © 2003 Cynthia Conrad