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,

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.

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


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    General CommentGreat song probably my favorite on Easy Wonderful.

    Couple of corrections to the lyrics.

    It's "colors and shapes" in the first verse

    The end part is

    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
    rerunofmyselfon October 30, 2010   Link
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    My InterpretationI feel like this song is about wasted potential. Not realizing until it's too late that you could of been something bigger. You're looking at the city outside your window, watching things pass you by. It's the architects and engineers, the ones who worked harder to be where they are, that are doing something worthwhile. That's just what I get out of it.
    rfazz15on July 12, 2011   Link

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