Army Corps of Architects

Leaving the central states for shallow ground
Home in the valley, but the rent's paid south
You said the urn was half full when I said it was half empty
With what was left of our fair city

Call in the army corps of architects
To flatten the skyline and begin again
I knew the years would move quick, but never quite as fast as this
So bring the discrepancies, I'll pour the drinks



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard
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