[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
I was struck by a feeling
It’s hard to describe
The urge to bust through the ceiling
Raise glass to the sky

[Verse 3]
I found the archives
At the school of design
Crowded cabinets of books
And so I went in
I was killing time

[Verse 4]
Turning pages frail with dust
I couldn’t help but smile
At the ideal shape and make up of things
Written like words divine

[Chorus]
I was struck by a feeling
It’s hard to describe
The urge to bust through the ceiling
Raise glass to the sky