The Architecture

Walk with me now, down by. the water. And hold out your hands.
I may not be able to put something in them, but I'll be praying you understand.
There was water churning up into the sky that morning, sitting in the window in Worcester Square.
Like water shooting up into my eyes the night before,
Maybe you can tell me why I've such a terrible fear of tears?
You tell me you're afraid of feeling lonely, and I say you're crazy.
Because everyone in this town is falling in love with you.
They'd follow you anywhere. And the truth is, apparently that,
I would too.

So maybe I am carrying a shitload of baggage,
But there's a whole lot of love inside me too.
And at the rate that we are traveling,
You aren't ever going to know which one it is I'm hiding from you.

Walk with me now, through this city all strangers and conjectures.
You ask me for answers and I comment on the architecture.
You can't press me for confession then not tell me what I'll get.
It's true that heat could burn us but the cold burns harder yet.
You tell me I am safe beside you. And that's sweet.
But at least let's be honest about what I've got to lose... to you.

So maybe I am carrying a truckload of demons,
But there's a whole lot of love inside me too.
And at the rate that we are traveling,
You aren't ever going to know which one it is I'm keeping from you.

Walk with me now, while the grass is green and the leaves still have their trees.
And our skin can feel the setting city sun.
Tell me you're lonely, I'll tell you you're crazy.
Cause this whole damn town is falling for you.
And the truth is...
And the truth is...
And the truth is... just mad conjecture.
So I comment on the architecture