She’s The Architect

She talks geometry beautifully,
Sipping out of a Caipirinha cocktail glass with endless class
Telling tales of a knight in shining armory who never seems to answer messages
What fool could help reply? If it were I, I’d send a song ‘cause there’s…

So many reasons why it might be fatal not to answer such a call
Because such knowledge could teach me how
The castle where I’m king could come to fall

She’s the architect; she builds me up and down
Turns me so I’m facing south ‘till I find myself
Lost in her foundations, no need for alterations now.

Set squares and compasses designed a kiss in to my brain that I can’t forget
Like it was real, I want to feel it once again
Her perfect symmetry, enslaving me, is monumental as
Temples and pyramids, I’m breaking out in opposites.

So many shapes I see, there’s no angle she can’t cover that I need

She’s the architect; she builds me up and down
Turns me so I’m facing south ‘till I find myself
Lost in her foundations, no need for alterations now.

The pressure, the weight of all she creates,
A kingdom that I have longed to taste…

She’s the architect; she builds me up and down
Turns me so I’m facing south ‘till I find myself
Lost in her foundations, no need for alterations now