A triangle to a circle
And arrow to the heart
A fist pointing upward
Trying to find God

I feel the forming of a canyon
The absence of a touch
If everything is sacred
Why do I hate you so much

Here I am, graffiti on stilts
Trying to pretty up the walls you built
You draw the lines and I fill in darkness
You're the architect
I'm the artist

Push the pin and tie the pencil
Unrequited on a string
You make a circle all around me
That I can never reach

I feel you in the air now
In the glowing of the hearth
In the empty of the evening
You're in the fires and the stars

Here I am, graffiti on stilts
Trying to pretty up the walls you built
You draw the lines and I fill in darkness
You're the architect
I'm the artist