[Verse 1]
Even something as small as an apple
It's simple and somehow complex
Sweet and divine, the perfect design
Can I speak to the architect?
There's a canyon that cuts through the desert
Did it get there because of a flood?
Was it devised or were you surprised
When you saw how grand it was?

[Chorus]
Was it thought out at all or just paint on a wall?
Is there anything that you regret?
I don't understand, are there blueprints or plans?
Can I speak to the architect?

[Verse 2]
Somеtimes, I look in the mirror
And wish I could make a rеquest
Could I pray it away, am I shapeable clay?
Or is this as good as it gets?
One day, you're on top of a mountain
So high that you'll never come down
Then the wind at your back carries ember and ash
That burns your whole house to the ground
[Chorus]
Is it thought out at all or just paint on a wall?
Is there anything that you regret?
I don't understand, are there blueprints or plans?
Can I speak to the architect?

[Verse 3]
I thought that I was too broken
And maybe too hard to love
I was in a weird place, then I saw the right face
And the stars and the planets lined up

[Chorus]
Does it happen by chance, is it all happenstance?
Do we have any say in this mess?
Is it too late to make some more space?
Can I speak to the architect?
This life that we make, is it random or fate?
Can I speak to the architect?
Is there an architect?