Architects

From all accounts

It would appear

That you would

Be the sticking plaster

And I the wound

But actually it's wrong around

It's them that's hurt

It's them that's bound

It's them that get hurt

It's them that get hurt

So much more than me

In the end

From all reports

You could assume

That you would be the architect

And I the cold blue line

But actually you would be wrong

And I won't write another song

It's me you draw you're writing on

The cold correction that goes on

So much more this year

John Keats John Keats

John Keats John

Please put a scarf on