A tall thing that could rise to any occasionnSomething unspoken, a whisper always heardnAnd you and I cherish this thing more than forevernSmarting, it stings now in the passnnAnd if we tear this kingdom down, tear it downnLet it be with a deserving and joyous soundnnWhistling river in the split of a desert dryingnA mirror to reflect what you always must seenAnd paradise we agreed was a portrait of the two of usnWell the pictures are fragile and the ideas taking the treesnnAnd if we tear this kingdom down, tear it downnLet it be with a deserving and joyous soundnnIn the form of this burned up basementnwe'll mourn all that used to benAnd the chalk scrawls out the shape of our bodiesnAnd the crows move faster than we can seennAnd if we tear this kingdom down, tear it downnLet it be with a deserving and joyous soundnnIn the midst of this deadly hungernI am starving for a feastnBut from the distance a dusk is rapidly approachingnPromising cold only after it cutsnnAnd if we tear this kingdom down, tear it downnLet it be with a deserving and joyous sound