[00:00:00] Writing on the Wall - Will Stetson
[00:01:00] Lyrics by：William Stetson/Milo Poniewozik
[00:02:00] Composed by：William Stetson/Milo Poniewozik
[00:11:00] Palaces of silver and gold
[00:15:00] Cannot be designed overnight
[00:18:00] It\'s like the saying I\'ve often been told
[00:21:00] \"No matter the cost do things right\"
[00:25:00] You have to be careful
[00:27:00] You have to be diligent
[00:29:00] Planning and measuring every detail
[00:32:00] Creating is drawing erasing and drawing again
[00:39:00] And I\'ve never been in it for fame or attention
[00:42:00] I only work hard so the structures won\'t fail
[00:46:00] And seeing it finished is worth every mora I spend
[00:53:00] Within every building made with pride
[00:57:00] The architect lives on inside
[01:00:00] Shining paint a marble heart
[01:04:00] That\'s what makes a work of art
[01:07:00] We build and we play
[01:10:00] Sculpting dreams out of clay
[01:14:00] With the hope that our towers don\'t fall
[01:18:00] That we won\'t have to see the writing on the wall
[01:28:00] The more you work the higher the stakes
[01:32:00] And the bigger the sorrows to drown
[01:35:00] \'Cause one mistake is all that it takes
[01:39:00] For the walls to come crumbling down
[01:42:00] You have to ignore them the echoing voices
[01:46:00] That cackle and curse as you toil away
[01:49:00] Cover your ears and focus on boxes and lines
[01:56:00] And the shadowy figures they\'re nothing but shadows
[02:00:00] Like ink on a page they have nothing to say
[02:03:00] But maybe just maybe
[02:05:00] They\'re trying to give me a sign
[02:10:00] That in every building made with pride
[02:14:00] The architect remains inside
[02:18:00] Peeling paint a heavy heart
[02:21:00] That\'s what makes a work of art
[02:24:00] We scream and we pray
[02:28:00] Sculpting dreams out of clay
[02:31:00] As we try not to look at scrawl
[02:35:00] The message of doom the writing on the wall
[03:18:00] Everyday we play this game of chance
[03:23:00] Whirling through a desperate dance
[03:26:00] Sketching visions in our heads
[03:30:00] Just to see them ripped to shreds
[03:33:00] This road that we share
[03:36:00] Doesn\'t lead anywhere
[03:39:00] But there\'s nothing an artist can do
[03:43:00] When you swing your brush you have to follow through
[03:50:00] Within every building made with pride
[03:54:00] The architect is trapped inside
[03:58:00] Bleeding paint a shattered heart
[04:01:00] That\'s what makes a work of art
[04:04:00] I\'ll fight for control
[04:08:00] But the \"right way\" takes a toll
[04:11:00] And still at the end of it all
[04:14:00] I can\'t escape my fate the writing\'s on the wall