Babylon

The cog and wheel doesn't turn for the moon That kind of rhythm dies too soon This time and place it has a shine Far from that glass of wine On past your lips It's far though its near Part of me knows the fears It's common here In Babylon, In Babylon Come on closer I need your time A look and feel of soft sublime I carry you away and then you smile It only lasts just a little while It's hard to cope with that kind of pain A harsh conception that has no name In the rain and hail it seems so clear Part of you tries to fight, fight back the tears In Babylon, In Babylon, In Babylon, In Babylon The cog and wheel doesn't turn for the moon That kind of rhythm dies too soon This time and place it has a shine Far from that glass of wine In Babylon, In Babylon