Bob Ayala
Bob Ayala
Bob Ayala
Bob Ayala
Bob Ayala
Bob Ayala
Bob Ayala
Bob Ayala
Bob Ayala
Bob Ayala
Bob Ayala
Bob Ayala
Bob Ayala
In this garden ruin we eat bread of sweat
Our children born in pain and still we forget
So you looked upon our need and issued the call
You sent the best you had, but we killed them all
So we trampled heaven's pearls beneath
Our feet like it just didn't matter
Still the angels ascend and descend
Climbing, climbing, climbing Jacob's ladder
And so you sent your Son to this world of His
And in another garden He's betrayed with a kiss
Our sentence carried out
We washed our hands like it just didn't matter
The lightning flashed, the mountain shook
Neath the weight of Jacob's ladder
And in the streets we went our separate way
And still you sent your invitation
And still we walked on by
The garden tomb was empty, save for the shroud
Someday He will return riding the clouds
Someday the sky will fall and we'll shake our fist
In the face of disaster
By the light of the blood-red moon the angels
Will disappear up Jacob's ladder
And in the streets we go our separate ways
Still you send your invitation
And still we walk on by