We haven’t hung the hammock in the lawn
Today’s a perfect day; I haven’t processed that he’s gone
Only met him twice but I could feel it
The twisted insides tucked away, did you steal it

Your expression’s locked up in a tower
It’s been a while but I still remember
How you turn when you’re feeling bothered
A shadow falls, wishing you had daughters

But you don’t
And a melody plays
Alone together in an unsolvable maze

Explaining to my new friends but they never understand
The pale horse’s rider black is no more than a man
An architect creating works of beauty
One thing they could never house, a family

Build your own
A melody plays
They came from out of nowhere looking for a place to stay

On that day the cool passed on for good
What else is there to learn? I’m sure he’d teach it if he could
Empty streets, the wind plays like an evening song
Parallel to the rules there’s nothing wrong

At the end we all were forced in line
Helpless watching as our idols crumbled and died
God’s improvisation has betrayed us
And haphazard structure cannot save us

Today the room is empty for the pictures on the walls
No more shouting no more music fills the halls
The people who were in charge say they’re coming back
Will the names etched into the desk still be intact

We’ll be there
A melody plays
Even without him it goes on anyways
Still it sounds
A melody plays
We’ll be listening somewhere for as long as it stays
It’ll play