Architects of the world
I walk your streets
And live in your towns
Temporarily

Architects of the world
You've served us well until now
But soon we'll be
We'll be on our own

And I'll sleep
Sleep in your nova heart
As things fall apart
And I'll hide
In your nova heart
At ease with the thought
That this nova won't burn out

Gentlemen of the world
I read your books
And look at your art
Hesitantly

Gentlemen of the world
You want to educate our young
But soon they'll be
They'll be on their own

And I'll sleep
Sleep in your nova heart
As [bad word] apart
And I'll hide
In your nova heart
At ease with the thought
That this nova won't burn out

And I'll hide
In your nova heart
And I'll hide
In your nova heart
At ease with the thought
That this nova won't burn out