My mind's in disarray; for its control two sisters play:
Twin towers who insist; two piercing horns; oh how I find this..!
Your fine kiss, such blissful power, drags your sister's pointed tower.
Which surely draws me from a bliss; no man deserves; You, I so miss!
Made weak with guilt, as Rome once built, not a day job.
Made strong with trust, drop your anthem, sing it proud yeah that's a must
Come on, captains, sailors, players are boys, sailing in storms with their well prepared boats
in deep see the wind moves them near the coast, as a ghost floats their ship on the clouds
in a sky where no-one cared, so no-one shouts, there was no noise, so unprepared for the sirens voice.
This dilemma's so tall, the solution's hard to find somewhere burried deep in the ground,
you have to dig through confusion, same story again going round and round
until it never flowers, with seeds you can't grow towers after all one tower must fall
