Architecture

Art deco crumbles and fades
in Fairview, where we're setting our stage.
Helicopters blink like stars up above,
and when we talk it's like we're almost in love.

Why hold out any longer?
Time has served to heal our wounds and make us stronger.
I wish I felt as much as I should, but I don't.

So close to clarity, but doubt intervenes.
We talk so much, but we're just walking through scenes.
I'll confess to paper all I won't share.
Sometimes the hardest path is the only one there.

Why hold out any longer?
Time has served to heal our wounds and make us stronger.
I'm ready to feel as much as I can in this world.

I'm breaking all the precedents that we've set in place.
What a wonderful way to love her.
I'm hoping all the circumstance that we've had to face
has bettered ourselves for each other.

Why hold out? (x8)