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
. Let's decide to be the architects,. The masters of our fate. Yeah, we still believe in all the things that we stood by before. (That we stood by before. ). And after everything we've seen, there may be
. You know the money's from day to day All the majesty of a city landscape. All the soaring days of our lives. All the concrete dreams in my minds eye. All the joy I see through these architects eyes
. You know the money's from day to day All the majesty of a city landscape. All the soaring days of our lives. All the concrete dreams in my minds eye. All the joy I see through these architects eyes
. Let's decide to be the architects,. The masters of our fate. Yeah, we still believe in all the things that we stood by before. (That we stood by before. ). And after everything we've seen, there may be
Stomping along. On this big Phillip Johnson. Is delay just wasting my time. Looking across at Richard Rogers. Scheming dreams to blow both their minds. It's difficult you see. To give up baby.
