"Architects & Engineers" lyrics

I live on the second floor
Of an old row house down in Baltimore
Watching all the colors and the shades
Standing tall up here

My face against the window
My face against the window

These moments they can never last
Like a sad old man with his photographs
Who's wishing for the things he cannot change
Standing tall up here

My face against the window
My face against the window

So the architects and the engineers
Build the monuments
Make the souvenirs
We are occupants
It's a trap this town
We are burning up
We are fading out
We are shooting stars