Songtexte Purple Architecture - Bombadil

She sat in the window seat
Wrapping tea cups with old newspapers
And putting them in boxes

Everything she'd ever wanted
Was packed up and put away
She thought she saw his face in a magazine

Walked around her neighborhood
Wondering what became of her life
She thought she'd have it all

She thought his name was Fred
He passed her every morning on his bicycle
Pedaling towards the station

That took him to the city
To work for an accounting firm
Pushing numbers round on a screen

He looked around his cubicle
Wondering what became of his life
He thought he'd have it all

She sat in the window seat
He looked around his cubicle
Don't you give up!

Two strangers passing on the avenue
Sharing commonalities
And ignoring architecture

Purple was the color of their love