Architects

Time drowns like a machine

Caught between the tides

Its twisted anchors drift below

Pressed like the pins in a map

Dressed in single file

Mark the places you won't goWith your hands

Built with your hands slowly

Through your hands we won't slipWe are the architects

We are the architectsSunk in the sulphur and sand

While they dream away

But watch this desert take them whole

Eyes cast down like a spell

Struck by new design

So what's the view like from your cageWith your hands

Built with your hands slowly

Through your hands we wont slipWe are the architects

We are the architects

We hold down