As long as I remember, the cannon balls have flown
Beating against the citadel, of flesh and blood and bone
Tore the gate down long ago, after the riders came
Tore out every rib and tendon, and replaced them all with stone
Before I built the fortress, to guard my velvet heart
A nightengale would visit me, and perch upon my breast
Travellers came from all around, to break bread within my chest
Untill the day that nightengale, decided to leave the nest
Brick by brick, and stone by stone
The wall grew higher, and sorrow became my throne
My friends and family laid seige, to knock the towers down
But every block that fell, I put another thirty home
Caught up in the crossfire were the women that I loved
My mother and my father, and the good lord up above
Another flank to the westside, joining to the ranks
Bombarding the wall with words of kindness, yet I turn away
It's been seven years of warfare, seven years of siege
The towers still grow higher, and the mortars they still fly
They're bringing sticks of dynamite, pretty soon the cobalt bomb
Perhaps if they brought a ladder, they could jump the wall inside