The Sun - Architect

Your light is deforming the pictures on the wall

I’m just staring numbly

As you open your heart

Like a new god you’re projecting new commands

I’m just sitting dazedly

As you open your heart to me

I walk out of my room to have a drink

Saving the ruins of the day

A yellow Sunday afternoon

I’m turning into the dark

Take me away

Golden fingerprints on the carpet

Show that you were here

And the contours of the clouds in the sky

Hiding a thousand miles

The contour of the sky

Hiding a thousand miles

I’m turning into the dark

Take me away

We’re turning into the dark

Take me away