we were younger then

arab architects, are strung up by their necks, singing, hallelujah, hallelujah, blessed be the lord, and now i'm drifting through the streets, drinking gypsy wine saying, i can't believe how strange it is to be alive right now, i see the good people trying, i remember when comfort was not an option, disciplined and strange, focused and restrained, we were younger then, if you need some quiet time, to process all that guilt, well the desert lasts for days and out there, there's nothing else to do, round here they turn ocean into land, and sell that land for gold, use that gold to build themselves bigger better homes, i see cranes on the horizon, i remember when comfort was not an option, disciplined and strange, focused and restrained, we were younger then, when i go to sleep, i hardly ever dream, and when i'm wide awake, i can't believe what i see, i see the good people trying, i remember when comfort was not an option, disciplined and strange, focused and restrained, we were younger then, when i go to sleep, i hardly ever dream, when i'm wide awake, i can't believe what i see, only in pictures before have i seen, anything like from where i am standing, looking i can't tell where the city stops, and the nothing begins, only in pictures before have i seen, anything like from where i am standing, looking i can't tell where the city stops, and the nothing begins, begins, begins, only in pictures before have i seen, anything like from where i am standing, looking i can't tell where the city stops, and the nothing begins, begins, begins, only in pictures before have i seen, anything like from where i am standing, looking i can't tell where the city stops, and the nothing begins, begins,