I never knew much about love and architecture
All I knew was one day I would make a hong
I never drew plans I just had a mental picture
A small one story house with a walkway made of stone
Then you came around and taught me how to take a risk
Showed me how to build the kind of life I want to live
Everything you've given me is more than I could wish
I still don't know much about love and architecture
All I know is one day you will make a hong
You drafted your plans and I had a mental picture
Of what my life could be if those plans became my own
Now you've come and gone and I'm not sure what I'm to do
Some say I should recreate those plans with someone new
But I can't bear the thought of loving anyone but you
When will I learn about love and architecture
How can I sketch blueprints for a door to the unknown
It's hard to make plans when I can't see the bigger picture
I don't want another house when it's you that I call hong
