If my father was the architect no amount of pain could take me If my father was the architect no amount of hell could burn me God must have seen me, seen me coming I saw him running. I heart them laughing Tooth to tongue, tongue and noise If my father was the architect no amount of pain could take me If my father was the architect no amount of hell could burn me My heart is too slow, on its own My heart is nothing if not a drum machine This little, tiny talent suspended me from above Swing me now, will you? A ribbon a string and some wires Will keep our frontier and borders