Architecture

Verse 1 The grass has learned to speak in tongues of amber It buries every border we remember I kept the charter folded in my pocket A republic of summers, now a fossil Pre-Chorus And I stride where the horizon buckles low Where the wind recites the names we used to know We swore we'd raise it, brick by unmade brick A country with no clock, no lunatic Chorus In the wilder tomorrow, we were syntax In the wilder tomorrow, the map was practice But the field keeps suturing every threshold With the quiet arithmetic of untold Verse 2 I found the blueprint in a drowned cathedral The spire was pointing somewhere neutral Did we mean forever, or just until the thaw? Was "some day" a doctrine, or a flaw? Pre-Chorus And I stride where the horizon buckles low Where the wind recites the names we used to know We swore we'd raise it, brick by unmade brick A country with no clock, no lunatic Chorus / Outro In the wilder tomorrow, we were syntax In the wilder tomorrow, the map was practice But the field keeps suturing every threshold With the quiet arithmetic of untold Ah… we were the architecture Ah… before the fracture We were almost… almost…