Your s** hex won't even work on me now. Elevator, you've got a little voice. 'Going up,' it said, 'going up,' and 'going down.' That's all it said. I know it's no way No way to treat a friend. But those things you said, Those things were all true. Now the architect's got no home. He falls asleep with a slide trombone. It's true. Then I watched the snowflakes melting in your hair But that winter's gone. I know it's no No way to treat a guest. But those things, those things were all true. Now the architect sleeps alone. He can build a building with a microphone. Is that true? You know it felt like sleeping Like sleeping with the incredible Hulk Oh please don't wake him up He'll fall into the most terrible sulk