2nd Song Of The Architect Lyrics

Here I’ve sat for these grueling weeks
watching the days go by,
recounting when paper jumped to pen,
and graphed its own design.

This pen is dead in my hands.
This paper is limp on my desk.
Every attempt at beauty is failure.
I am no architect at best.

I’ll smile when I’ve made something so beautiful
the sky cries when it meets her tender lines.
I’ll smile and I’ll smile.

The greatest of arches point inward.Elijah Wyman - 2nd Song Of The Architect - http://motolyrics.com/elijah-wyman/2nd-song-of-the-architect-lyrics.html

The tallest towers stand on their own.
There is no beauty in independence.
There’s no romance in being alone.

Well here I’ve sat watching these clouds sail,
shifting like jelly fish fly,
and thinking these cities look so small
under the big sky.

This pen is dead in my hands.
This paper is limp on my desk.
Every attempt at beauty is failure.
I am no architect at best