Il Tempo

It's a story that takes place
Paris in the year of the Lord
Fourteen eighty-two
A story of love and passion
And we the nameless artists
Of sculpture and rhyme
We will make it relive
From today to the future

And this is the time of the cathedrals
The stone becomes
Statue, music, and poetry
And everything rises up towards the stars
On walls and stained glass
Writing is architecture