Somehow, these were the pink stonewalls
That were never to have been climbed
More than ever more pink birds
Flew over into one anothers' pastures
But they all wore mourning stonewall faces
They tried to talk to one another
But it never rained on their parched tongues, they were tongue tied,
They built one parched stonewall on top of another
To have prevented the blink birds from falling on the crops
Speechlessly, they faced their own deaf stonewalls
To have put one toadstool on top of another
To have built the pink tower of Babel
