Palaces of silver and gold Cannot be designed overnight It's like the saying I've often been told “No matter the cost, do things right”
You have to be careful, you have to be diligent Planning and measuring every detail Creating is drawing, erasing, and drawing again And I've never been in it for fame or attention I only work hard so the structures won't fail But seeing it finished is worth every Mora i spend
Within every building made with pride The architect lives on inside Shining paint, a marble heart That's what makes a work of art We build and we play Sculpting dreams out of clay With the hope that our towers don't fall, That we won't have to see the writing on the wall
The more you work, the higher the stakes, And the bigger the sorrows to drown ‘Cause one mistake is all that it takes For the walls to come crumbling down
You have to ignore them, the echoing voices That cackle and curse as you toil away Cover your ears and focus on boxes and lines And the shadowy figures, they're nothing but shadows Like ink on a page, they have nothing to say But maybe, just maybe, they're trying to give me a sign
That in every building made with pride The architect remains inside Peeling paint, a heavy heart That's what makes a work of art We scream and we pray Sculpting dreams out of clay As we try not to look at the scrawl, The message of doom, the writing on the wall
Every day, we play this game of chance Whirling through a desperate dance Sketching visions in our heads Just to see them ripped to shreds This road that we share Doesn't lead anywhere But there's nothing an artist can do When you swing your brush, you have to follow through
Within every building made with pride The architect is trapped inside Bleeding paint, a shattered heart That's what makes a work of art I'll fight for control But the “right way” takes a toll And still, at the end of it all, I can't escape my fate The writing's on the wallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
