Time drowns like a machine caught between the tide
Twisted anglers drift below
Pressed like the pins in a man dressed in single file
Walking places you won't go
With your hands
built with your hands slowly
Your hands we won't slip
We are the Architects
We are the Architects
We are the Architects
We are the Architects
Sunk in the soap full of sand while they dream away
Watch this desert take them home
Eyes cast out like a spell drugged by new design
What's the view like from your head
With your hands
built with your hands slowly
Your hands we won't slip
We are the Architects
We are the Architects
We are the Architects
We are the Architects
We hold down
We hold down
We hold down
We hold down