Martha Tilston The Architect
Sometimes I recognise the music I hear,
And the room spins around me...
Wonder how you'd dance if you were here,
And the room spins around me...
Would have liked to have known you, would have liked to
have known you if you were here,
And the room spins around me...
The architect of, the architect of, the architect of my
destiny.
The architect of, the architect of, the architect of my
history.
So ride, so ride with me, to the family tree,
You know you'll never be
The architect of, the architect of, the architect of my
destiny...
She meets you in her dreams in a bar in London,
In the corner of the room.
She tells you all her woes and when she wakes up she
knows just what to do.
Would have liked to have known you,
Would have liked to have known you, would have liked to
have known you...
The architect of, the architect of, the architect of my
destiny
So ride, so ride with me back to the orange trees,
In the groves of Portugal, I wanna hear about it all.
You ride, you ride with me, back to the family tree,
You know you'll never be
The architect of, the architect of, the architect of
our destiny.
The architect of, the architect of, the architect of my
destiny.
