And from there they turned skybound

How long, how long, we've waited for
A sign, a sign, of something more
We climb, we climb up mountains and fountains
but we cannot, we cannot we cannot

Understand what earlier hands
built till the palms all were red,
and here we stand upon hundreds of years,
our feet scrape the stones and rattle the bones of the dead.

Lo! how the crows bring the city down
and they caw, how they call for fruitful ground
but stones and cement is all they found
until they saw the sky

And wings never seemed more useful
towers never seemed so low
since hundreds of years, all that they've feared
is that there's nowhere left to go...