Writing on the Wall
[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
[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
Will Stetson - Writing on the Wall
Lyrics by：William Stetson/Milo Poniewozik
Composed by：William Stetson/Milo Poniewozik
Palaces of silver and gold
Cannot be designed overnight
It's like the saying I've often been told
"No matter the cost do things right"
You have to be careful
You have to be diligent
Planning and measuring every detail
Creating is drawing erasing and drawing again
And I've never been in it for fame or attention
I only work hard so the structures won't fail
And seeing it finished is worth every mora I spend
Within every building made with pride
The architect lives on inside
Shining paint a marble heart
That's what makes a work of art
We build and we play
Sculpting dreams out of clay
With the hope that our towers don't fall
That we won't have to see the writing on the wall
The more you work the higher the stakes
And the bigger the sorrows to drown
'Cause one mistake is all that it takes
For the walls to come crumbling down
You have to ignore them the echoing voices
That cackle and curse as you toil away
Cover your ears and focus on boxes and lines
And the shadowy figures they're nothing but shadows
Like ink on a page they have nothing to say
But maybe just maybe
They're trying to give me a sign
That in every building made with pride
The architect remains inside
Peeling paint a heavy heart
That's what makes a work of art
We scream and we pray
Sculpting dreams out of clay
As we try not to look at scrawl
The message of doom the writing on the wall
Everyday we play this game of chance
Whirling through a desperate dance
Sketching visions in our heads
Just to see them ripped to shreds
This road that we share
Doesn't lead anywhere
But there's nothing an artist can do
When you swing your brush you have to follow through
Within every building made with pride
The architect is trapped inside
Bleeding paint a shattered heart
That's what makes a work of art
I'll fight for control
But the "right way" takes a toll
And still at the end of it all
I can't escape my fate the writing's on the wall
Lyrics by：William Stetson/Milo Poniewozik
Composed by：William Stetson/Milo Poniewozik
Palaces of silver and gold
Cannot be designed overnight
It's like the saying I've often been told
"No matter the cost do things right"
You have to be careful
You have to be diligent
Planning and measuring every detail
Creating is drawing erasing and drawing again
And I've never been in it for fame or attention
I only work hard so the structures won't fail
And seeing it finished is worth every mora I spend
Within every building made with pride
The architect lives on inside
Shining paint a marble heart
That's what makes a work of art
We build and we play
Sculpting dreams out of clay
With the hope that our towers don't fall
That we won't have to see the writing on the wall
The more you work the higher the stakes
And the bigger the sorrows to drown
'Cause one mistake is all that it takes
For the walls to come crumbling down
You have to ignore them the echoing voices
That cackle and curse as you toil away
Cover your ears and focus on boxes and lines
And the shadowy figures they're nothing but shadows
Like ink on a page they have nothing to say
But maybe just maybe
They're trying to give me a sign
That in every building made with pride
The architect remains inside
Peeling paint a heavy heart
That's what makes a work of art
We scream and we pray
Sculpting dreams out of clay
As we try not to look at scrawl
The message of doom the writing on the wall
Everyday we play this game of chance
Whirling through a desperate dance
Sketching visions in our heads
Just to see them ripped to shreds
This road that we share
Doesn't lead anywhere
But there's nothing an artist can do
When you swing your brush you have to follow through
Within every building made with pride
The architect is trapped inside
Bleeding paint a shattered heart
That's what makes a work of art
I'll fight for control
But the "right way" takes a toll
And still at the end of it all
I can't escape my fate the writing's on the wall
