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