Architects & Engineers - Guster

I live on the second floor

of an old row house

down in Baltimore.

Watching all the colors and the shades

standing up here

my face against the window.

ooooooo

My face against the window

ooooooo

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.

ooooooo

My face against the window.

ooooooo

So the architects and the engineers,

build the 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.

ohhhhhhh