Architects & Engineers

I live on the second floor

Of an old row-house down in Baltimore

Watching the colors and the shapes

Standing tall up here

My face against the window

My face against the window

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

My face against the window

So the architects

And the engineers

Build their 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