School of Design (Solo)

I found a school of design

It was in a wealthy town

A river ran by

It was empty, holidays, who knows

But I went in

I was killing time

Moving through the halls

There was fresh paint wet on the walls

Everything was white and all the clocks were

Well designed, all ticking in time, and

I was struck by a feeling

It’s hard to describe

The urge to bust through the ceiling

Raise glass to the sky

I found the archives

At the school of design

Crowded cabinets of books

So I went in

I was killing time

Turning pages frail with dust

I couldn’t help but smile

At the ideal shape and make up of things

Written like words divine

I was struck by a feeling

It’s hard to describe

The urge to bust through the ceiling

Raise glass to the sky