Architects & Engineers

I live on the second floor of an old row house down in Baltimore. Watching all the colors and the shades standing up here my face against the window. ooooooo My face against the window ooooooo These moments they can never last like a sad old man with his photographs. Who's wishing for the things he cannot change standing tall up here my face against the window. ooooooo My face against the window. ooooooo So the architects and the engineers, build the monuments make the souvenirs. We are occupants. It's a trap this town. We are burning up. We are fading out. We are shooting stars. ohhhhhhh