There's an old man in the night

Sitting all alone, in the moonlight

...and there he smiles



On an old and broken chair

Staring at a wall he tries to catch

The reflections of all his thoughts

To understand the Architecture of a God



He's an old man, from a far past

But when he was a boy he used to dream

Of himself old, sitting right there

At the same wall, wondering



And he wonders if it's all just a joke

Or it's just another dream he's having as a boy



Past and future glide

Both are parts of the same line

Drawn by an inscrutable Architect

It depends on which way you decide to walk that line

While the Architect sets our lives



Many hopes and dreams we have

While we're young and long seems life

...we've plenty of time



And the memories then come

In a back and forth game

We all run, while He's working upon us

In this big Architecture of a God



Like that old man, from a far past

We were boys who used to dream many lives

Building ten, a hundred million

While stars are dancing all around



Will we wonder if it was just a joke?

Will we try to read our life from right to left?



Past and future glide

Both are parts of the same line

Drawn by an inscrutable Architect

It depends on which way

You decide to walk that line

While the Architect sets our life



Will we wonder if it was just a joke?

Will we try to read our life from right to left?



Past and future glide

Both are parts of the same line

Drawn by an inscrutable Architect

It depends on which way you decide to walk that line

While the Architect sets our lives