Time drowns like a machine Caught between the tides Its twisted anchors drift below Pressed like the pins in a map Dressed in single file Mark the places you won't go With your hands Built with your hands slowly Through your hands we won't slip We are the architects We are the architects Sunk in the sulphur and sand While they dream away But watch this desert take them whole Eyes cast down like a spell Struck by new design So what's the view like from your cage With your hands Built with your hands slowly Through your hands we wont slip We are the architects We are the architects We hold down