My mother
Dreamed I'd be an architect
Like her father before her
But the maths had different plans
She told me
He would have been so proud
But from what I've heard since then
I have my doubts
The web of family
And a hazy history
In building
Myths we get it wrong way 'round
The end result
Sits on shaky ground
No fiction into fact
When lies are feeding back
1, 2, 3, 4
You can add the facts up
'Til they don't make sense anymore
What's the heart for
If you give it all away
Then it can't beat
We all makes pacts with each other
Still we're shocked to discover
That math just like the others
Is an imperfect science
Now we live in the desert
Everybody will someday
We twist and turn
Straight lines are a myth
Drifting
Ever drifting
We build on those we've
Ground into the ground
A nod to the gods
The ones we've never known
We live in the haze of history
1, 2, 3, 4
Listen to the beat
'Til it don't make sense
What's the heart for
If you give it all away
Then you can't think, can't breathe
We all makes pacts with each other
And we're shocked into shame to discover
That math just like the others
Is an imperfect science
Why do we follow the weather
We all know the weather will win
Why do we follow the weather
The weather just lets itself in
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My mother
Dreamed I'd be an architect
Like her father before her
But the maths had different plans
She told me
He would have been so proud
But from what I've heard since then
I have my doubts
The web of family
And a hazy history
In building
Myths we get it wrong way 'round
The end result
Sits on shaky ground
No fiction into fact
When lies are feeding back
1, 2, 3, 4
You can add the facts up
'Til they don't make sense anymore
What's the heart for
If you give it all away
Then it can't beat
We all makes pacts with each other
Still we're shocked to discover
That math just like the others
Is an imperfect science
Now we live in the desert
Everybody will someday
We twist and turn
Straight lines are a myth
Drifting
Ever drifting
We build on those we've
Ground into the ground
A nod to the gods
The ones we've never known
We live in the haze of history
1, 2, 3, 4
Listen to the beat
'Til it don't make sense
What's the heart for
If you give it all away
Then you can't think, can't breathe
We all makes pacts with each other
And we're shocked into shame to discover
That math just like the others
Is an imperfect science
Why do we follow the weather
We all know the weather will win
Why do we follow the weather
The weather just lets itself in
Dreamed I'd be an architect
Like her father before her
But the maths had different plans
She told me
He would have been so proud
But from what I've heard since then
I have my doubts
The web of family
And a hazy history
In building
Myths we get it wrong way 'round
The end result
Sits on shaky ground
No fiction into fact
When lies are feeding back
1, 2, 3, 4
You can add the facts up
'Til they don't make sense anymore
What's the heart for
If you give it all away
Then it can't beat
We all makes pacts with each other
Still we're shocked to discover
That math just like the others
Is an imperfect science
Now we live in the desert
Everybody will someday
We twist and turn
Straight lines are a myth
Drifting
Ever drifting
We build on those we've
Ground into the ground
A nod to the gods
The ones we've never known
We live in the haze of history
1, 2, 3, 4
Listen to the beat
'Til it don't make sense
What's the heart for
If you give it all away
Then you can't think, can't breathe
We all makes pacts with each other
And we're shocked into shame to discover
That math just like the others
Is an imperfect science
Why do we follow the weather
We all know the weather will win
Why do we follow the weather
The weather just lets itself in
Writer: Aaron Tap
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