Arab Architects
Are strung up by their necks
Singing
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Blessed be the lord
And now I'm drifting through the streets
Drinking gypsy wine saying
I can't believe how strange it is to be alive right now
I see the good people trying
I remember when comfort was not an option
Disciplined and strange
Focused and restrained
We were younger then
If you need some quiet time
To process all that guilt
Well the desert lasts for days and out there
There's nothing else to do
Round here they turn ocean into land
And sell that land for gold
Use that gold to build themselves bigger better homes
I see cranes on the horizon
I remember when comfort was not an option
We were younger then
Disciplined and strange
Focused and restrained
We were younger then
When I go to sleep
I hardly ever dream
And when I'm wide awake
I can't believe what I see
I see the good people trying
I remember when comfort was not an option
We were younger then
Disciplined and strange
Focused and restrained
We were younger then
When I go to sleep
I hardly ever dream
When I'm wide awake
I can't believe what I see
Only in pictures before have I seen
Anything like from where I am standing
Looking I can't tell where the city stops
And the nothing begins
Only in pictures before have I seen
Anything like from where I am standing
Looking I can't tell where the city stops
And the nothing begins, begins, begins
And the nothing begins
Only in pictures before have I seen
Anything like from where I am standing
Looking I can't tell where the city stops
And the nothing begins, begins, begins
We were younger then
Only in pictures before have I seen
We were younger then
Anything like from where I am standing
We were younger then
Looking I can't tell where the city stops
We were younger then
And the nothing begins, begins
We were younger then
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