[00:00.00]Will Stetson - Writing on the Wall [00:01.61]Lyrics by：William Stetson/Milo Poniewozik [00:02.89]Composed by：William Stetson/Milo Poniewozik [00:11.74]Palaces of silver and gold [00:15.04]Cannot be designed overnight [00:18.30]It's like the saying I've often been told [00:21.86]"No matter the cost do things right" [00:25.40]You have to be careful [00:27.08]You have to be diligent [00:29.20]Planning and measuring every detail [00:32.73]Creating is drawing erasing and drawing again [00:39.29]And I've never been in it for fame or attention [00:42.88]I only work hard so the structures won't fail [00:46.65]And seeing it finished is worth every mora I spend [00:53.16]Within every building made with pride [00:57.60]The architect lives on inside [01:00.83]Shining paint a marble heart [01:04.57]That's what makes a work of art [01:07.55]We build and we play [01:10.76]Sculpting dreams out of clay [01:14.24]With the hope that our towers don't fall [01:18.02]That we won't have to see the writing on the wall [01:28.78]The more you work the higher the stakes [01:32.11]And the bigger the sorrows to drown [01:35.56]'Cause one mistake is all that it takes [01:39.20]For the walls to come crumbling down [01:42.81]You have to ignore them the echoing voices [01:46.12]That cackle and curse as you toil away [01:49.98]Cover your ears and focus on boxes and lines [01:56.33]And the shadowy figures they're nothing but shadows [02:00.14]Like ink on a page they have nothing to say [02:03.88]But maybe just maybe [02:05.48]They're trying to give me a sign [02:10.61]That in every building made with pride [02:14.77]The architect remains inside [02:18.07]Peeling paint a heavy heart [02:21.79]That's what makes a work of art [02:24.85]We scream and we pray [02:28.03]Sculpting dreams out of clay [02:31.50]As we try not to look at scrawl [02:35.28]The message of doom the writing on the wall [03:18.93]Everyday we play this game of chance [03:23.15]Whirling through a desperate dance [03:26.66]Sketching visions in our heads [03:30.14]Just to see them ripped to shreds [03:33.26]This road that we share [03:36.29]Doesn't lead anywhere [03:39.84]But there's nothing an artist can do [03:43.70]When you swing your brush you have to follow through [03:50.47]Within every building made with pride [03:54.66]The architect is trapped inside [03:58.10]Bleeding paint a shattered heart [04:01.75]That's what makes a work of art [04:04.86]I'll fight for control [04:08.03]But the "right way" takes a toll [04:11.76]And still at the end of it all [04:14.86]I can't escape my fate the writing's on the wall