Even something as small as an apple
It’s simple and somehow complex
Sweet and divine
The perfect design
Can I speak to the architect?
And there’s a canyon that cuts through the desert
Did it get there because of a flood?
Was it devised or were you surprised
When you saw how grand it was?
Was it thought out at all
Or just paint on a wall
Is there anything that you regret?
I don’t understand
Are there blueprints or plans
Can I speak to the architect?
Sometimes, I look in the mirror
And wish I could make a request
Could I pray it away
Am I shapable clay
Or is this as good as it gets?
One day, you’re on top of the mountain
So high that you’ll never come down
Then the wind at your back
Carries ember and ash
That burns your whole house to the ground
Is it thought out at all
Or just paint on a wall
Is there anything that you regret?
I don’t understand
Are there blueprints or plans
Can I speak to the architect?
I thought that I was too broken
And maybe too hard to love
I was in a weird place
Then I saw the right face
And the stars and the planets lined up
Does it happen by chance
Is it all happenstance
Do we have any say in this mess?
Is it too late
To make some more space
Can I speak to the architect?
This life that we make, is it random or fate
Can I speak to the architect?
Is there an architect?
