Chris Letcher Architect
Your sex hex won't even work on me now
Elevator, you've got a little voice
'Going up,' it said, 'going up,' and 'going down.'
That's all it said
I know it's no way
No way to treat a friend
But those things you said
Those things were all true
Now the architect's got no home
He falls asleep with a slide trombone
It's true
Then I watched the snowflakes melting in your hair
But that winter's gone
I know it's no
No way to treat a guest
But those things, those things were all true
Now the architect sleeps alone
He can build a building with a microphone
Is that true?
You know it felt like sleeping
Like sleeping with the incredible Hulk
Oh please don't wake him up
He'll fall into the most terrible sulk
