The architect drove me insane,
this place was not men't for me.
I knew who i was even if they did not.
The days were all drowned in wine.
The cups and trophy's show who have lost and won.
Run wild and catch a glimpse of the men
who turn the wheel,
but don't let them see you out in the grounds or
its back to the room that was built for free.
Sleep while the umbrellas spin,
wanting to know were the number 7 has gone.
Dreams are made in the hall were you eat while
you wait for the weather to change.