Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect

and here i dreamt i was a soldier

and i marched the streets of Birkenau

and i recall in spring

the perfume that the air would bring

to the indolent town

where the barkers call the moon down

the carnival was ringing loudly now

and just to lay with you

there's nothing that i wouldn't do

save lay my rifle down

and try one, and try two

guess it always comes down to

alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way

and i am nothing of a builder

but here i dreamt i was an architect

and i built this balustrade

to keep you home, to keep you safe

from the outside world

but the angles and the corners

even though my work is unparalelled

they never seemed to meet

this structure fell about our feet

and we were free to go

and try one, and try two

guess it always comes down to

alright, okay, guess it's better to turn this way

and here in spain i am a spaniard

i will be buried with my marionettes

countess and courtesan

will fall 'neath my tender hand

when their husbands were not around

but you, my soiled teenage girlfriend

or are you furrowed like a lioness

and we are vagabonds

we travel without seatbelts on

we live this close to death

and try one, and try two

guess it always comes down to

alright, okay, guess it's better to turn this

but i won, so you lose

guess it always comes down to

alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way