There's an old man in the night
Sitting all alone, in the moonlight
...and there he smiles
On an old and broken chair
Staring at a wall he tries to catch
The reflections of all his thoughts
To understand the Architecture of a God
He's an old man, from a far past
But when he was a boy he used to dream
Of himself old, sitting right there
At the same wall, wondering
And he wonders if it's all just a joke
Or it's just another dream he's having as a boy
Past and future glide
Both are parts of the same line
Drawn by an inscrutable Architect
It depends on which way you decide to walk that line
While the Architect sets our lives
Many hopes and dreams we have
While we're young and long seems life
...we've plenty of time
And the memories then come
In a back and forth game
We all run, while He's working upon us
In this big Architecture of a God
Like that old man, from a far past
We were boys who used to dream many lives
Building ten, a hundred million
While stars are dancing all around
Will we wonder if it was just a joke?
Will we try to read our life from right to left?
Past and future glide
Both are parts of the same line
Drawn by an inscrutable Architect
It depends on which way
You decide to walk that line
While the Architect sets our life
Will we wonder if it was just a joke?
Will we try to read our life from right to left?
Past and future glide
Both are parts of the same line
Drawn by an inscrutable Architect
It depends on which way you decide to walk that line
While the Architect sets our lives