We are seldom fully contented   We may have this cross to bear   Where elation meets disaster   You can always find us there      Yes, our wisdom holds the secret   Our foolishness the key   We are architects of innocence   Delinquents of prestige      Don't hold us down   Don't cramp our style   This is lovers' day      We build boats and planes to get here   Lined them up along the shore   To cross this sea of emptiness   Which will bring us to your door      While upstairs in the penthouse   Tigers paw the velvet suite   Witness intellect and playfulness   Now they're filed and obsolete      Don't hold us down   Don't cramp our style   This is lovers' day