The Architect - Martha Tilston

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.