Architects Lyrics

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,
Its them that get hurt,
Its them that get hurt,
So much more than me,
In the end.
From all reports,
You could a**ume,
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.