Architects & Engineers

I live on the second floor

Of an old row house down in Baltimore

Watching all the colors and the shades

Standing tall 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

Ooooooo

Ooooooo

Ooooooo