Architects & Engineers (Album Version) - Guster

I live on the second floor

Of an old row house down in Baltimore

Watching all 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

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 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