The Architect

Coloured water fountains and statues of a lady
Cobble stone streets and theres flowers on the pavement
With a pretty cigarette and a big old moon
A lovely little dress, white scare, black coal eyes swoon
Don’t say goodbye to me, describe the sky to me
Cos' our flame will burn like the torch in miss Liberty’s
Hands, She calls on Artemis to make amends of this mess
Everlasting protection, now just give me a kiss
Don’t leave me here on my own
Cos' you know I’ll just come running to the Iron Gate
We’ll go and make it all make sense
We’ll live for art and forget about the rest
All these gargoyles and marble arch and catacombs
Will be the lovely backdrop to our cobble stone road home
Don’t leave me here on my own
Cos' you know I’ll just come running to the Iron Gate Hotel
There is not a building on earth, any had could craft
Theres this little joint round town
That we will one-day own
Well put plants all on the balcony
Grow cactus and bust symphonies
From my vinyl collection
I stole from university
Prague has never been so sweet
As when your standing next to me
In thousand years with a hundred men and a good sense of art
That comes close to your beauty
No architect could ever reach that high
Don’t leave me here on my own
Cos' you know I’ll just come running to the Iron Gate Hotel