Joy Williams - Speaking a Dead Language
We built a tall, tall tower
Towards the sun, towards the sun,
Took some words and built a wall
And called it love, called it love.
Somewhere in all the talking, the meaning faded out.
Oh, I wonder, when did it all stop making sense?
I don’t understand.
I remember, we were so sure, so innocent,
Oh, but that was then.
Can we ever go back again?
Can we ever go back?
This is the most wonderful thing I have heard in so long. I needed this. Brought me to tears.