Architecture

Though we wake in these streets
Got dreams strapped to our feet
And they told you you'd grow up to be
Anything that you want to be
So you spilled your guts on the telephone
And all you got a dial tone
We'll still have ourselves when we don't own anything else
Still have ourselves when we don't own anything else
We'll still have ourselves when we don't own anything else
We'll still have ourselves when we don't own anything else