Intro: A

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

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

Verse 2:
A
Somеtimes I look in the mirror
    D                     E
And wish I could make a rеquest
        A                  D
Could I pray it away? Am I shapeable clay?
A               E         A
Or is this as good as it gets?
A
One day, you're on top of the mountain
   D                           E
So high that you'll never come down
         A                         D
Then the wind at your back carries ember and ash
        A                E            A
That it burns your whole house to the ground

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

Interlude:
   D  A  Dbm7 D    A
   Dbm D  A

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

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