Theme From L.A. Architects Lyrics

Maybe all that talk about money and contracts made me tired
I'll make love to you in the morning

I know I said that last night and the night before that and I'm sorry
I'm sorry for being an asshole

I'm sorry
I'm drifting
My mind has a will of it's own
Oh no
Believe me
I can do
Whatever I choose

I'm building a house under me
I wonder will it hold
The pressure of my thundering hands
Keep walking on this Steinway I've got
It's lost it's every tune
But I'm going to bring them back

Maybe I don't care about conducting the Vienna boys choir
I'd really just like to sing
I just don't get half the words I'm trying to understand
And all this reading is making me dizzy

I'm sorry
I'm drifting
My mind has a will of it's own
Oh no
Believe me
I can do
Whatever I choose

I'm building a house under me
I wonder will it hold
The pressure of my thundering hands
Keep walking on this Steinway I've got
It's lost it's every tune
But I'm going to bring them back

I don't blame you
If you don't understand
I'll explain it to you later
I will show you
Show you how it works

I plan this house will be our launch pad
From here we'll start adventures
And return as planet saviors
I'm building soundproof walls and windows
To hold the tunes within this
Technological wonder

We won't blame you
If you don't understand
We'll explain it to you later
Keep walking on this Steinway we've got
It's lost it's every tune