| Song | Tower |
| Artist | An Pierlé |
| Album | Mud Stories |
| High on the tower | |
| I freak on heights | |
| With a tear in every corner of my eyes | |
| Desert storm is over now | |
| Nothing to fear | |
| With the sailor near... | |
| High on the tower | |
| I have seen second sights | |
| To discover my saviour nearby | |
| For the sun won’t burn my head | |
| As I walk around my tower | |
| For the wind would blow the lashes of my eyes instead | |
| Here we come | |
| Here we try | |
| Here we settle down for ages | |
| For the man who comes | |
| To save our all guts | |
| But the leppars lay ahead | |
| Winning team by lengthless shoulders | |
| Search the morning ground | |
| Reach for the life bread | |
| As I search for corners | |
| Tired of the wide | |
| I’ve been hissing at the angels | |
| Who grab viciously at my eyes | |
| Suzy sits upon her window | |
| With her flaming thoughts and greedy thighs | |
| The sailor wore a mark in the right eye | |
| Here we come | |
| Here we try | |
| Here we’ve settled down for ages | |
| For the man to come to save our all guts | |
| See the level rises ahead | |
| Sailor sits upon its shoulder | |
| Soon enough he’ll reach out | |
| For the life braid (i’ve grown for ages) | |
| Dear sailor climb the braid | |
| My hair will not break | |
| It will just ache a little while | |
| But it will not break | |
| Dear sailor saviour climb the stairs | |
| My heart will not break (it will just ache a little while) |
| High on the tower | |
| I freak on heights | |
| With a tear in every corner of my eyes | |
| Desert storm is over now | |
| Nothing to fear | |
| With the sailor near... | |
| High on the tower | |
| I have seen second sights | |
| To discover my saviour nearby | |
| For the sun won' t burn my head | |
| As I walk around my tower | |
| For the wind would blow the lashes of my eyes instead | |
| Here we come | |
| Here we try | |
| Here we settle down for ages | |
| For the man who comes | |
| To save our all guts | |
| But the leppars lay ahead | |
| Winning team by lengthless shoulders | |
| Search the morning ground | |
| Reach for the life bread | |
| As I search for corners | |
| Tired of the wide | |
| I' ve been hissing at the angels | |
| Who grab viciously at my eyes | |
| Suzy sits upon her window | |
| With her flaming thoughts and greedy thighs | |
| The sailor wore a mark in the right eye | |
| Here we come | |
| Here we try | |
| Here we' ve settled down for ages | |
| For the man to come to save our all guts | |
| See the level rises ahead | |
| Sailor sits upon its shoulder | |
| Soon enough he' ll reach out | |
| For the life braid i' ve grown for ages | |
| Dear sailor climb the braid | |
| My hair will not break | |
| It will just ache a little while | |
| But it will not break | |
| Dear sailor saviour climb the stairs | |
| My heart will not break it will just ache a little while |