Martin Orford - Grand Designs lyrics

Burning with inspiration There's a secret nation Deep within suburban England Fashioning major projects Made with household objects Pa**ing by you'll never see them Whiling away the hours Down amongst the flowers Masters of their private kingdoms Ever the unsung heroes Quiet men with secret lives Locked in the garden shed and Rarely seen by mousy wives Pouring the best intentions Into strange inventions Isolation feeds their thoughts now Pushing the bounds of science Out of sheer defiance Make their mark on history somehow Never commanded praise Or gained respect for all their work But hoping against all odds The meek inherit all the earth The pioneers of innovation Seldom see the daylight shine Hail the kings of pure creation Minds are locked on great designs Simple minded, undivided Turning water into wine They pave the way to greater knowledge Lives are lost in grand designs When cynics voice their doubts That this is idle dreaming The flame will not go out They'll never stop believing now No cause to put them down For lives so undemanding Driven so far underground Just need some understanding words Needing to take a step back From facing human contact Been outsiders since their school days And never the main attraction For social interaction Best ignore the things that kids say Tied to a 9 to 5 land to keep their dreams alive And fight their demons in their own way So back in the dead end job it's Monday morning pouring rain As all the weekend warriors Rush to board the London train The pioneers of innovation Seldom see the daylight shine Hail the kings of pure creation Minds are lost in grand designs Single minded, undivided Misunderstood and still maligned They hold the blueprint of the future