Towers of glass

Oh my love,

somebody stroke me with the eyes of fire.

Oh my love,

somebody told me through the eyes of fire:

“all your hope is vain;

see who you've chosen to be your new guide.”

Oh my love,

somebody trapped me with the eyes of fire.

“Dirty love”

- someone is shouting from the higher ground.

“Dirty creed”

- someone is haunting who dwells underground.

Dirt inside their minds

won't let them rest until this world is worn.

“Dirty love”

- they scream through speakers 'bout the highest promise.

Higher ground, a sort of bound we're told to remake.

Holy fame, worshiped aim, a building rebuilt.

Grab your hammers and helmets in pose.

Higher ground...

Higher ground...

Higher ground...

Oh my love.