Stomping along on this big Philips Johnson. Is delay just wasting my time. Looking across at Richard Rogers. Scheming dreams to blow both their minds. It's difficult you see. To give up baby. To leave a Job. When you know the moneys from day to day. All the majesty of a city landscape. All the soaring days of our lives. All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye. All the joy I see thru these architect's eyes. Cold winter bleeds on the girders of Babel. This stone boy watching the crawling land. Rings of flesh and the towers of iron. The steaming caves and rocks and the sand. Stomping along on this big Philips Johnson. Is delay just wasting my time. It's difficult you see. To give up baby. These summer scumholes. This goddamned starving life. All the majesty of a city landscape. All the soaring days of our lives. All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye. All the joy I see thru these architect's eyes. It's difficult you see. It's difficult you see. All the majesty of a city landscape. All the soaring days in our lives. All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye.