Cathedrals

In the shadows of tall buildings

All fallen angels on the ceilings

Oily feathers in bronze and concrete

Faded colors, pieces left incomplete

But line was closely past the electric fence

Across the borders between continents

In the cathedrals of new york and rome

There is a feeling that you should just go home

And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is

In the shadows of tall buildings

The architecture is slowly peeling

Marble statues and glass dividers

Someone is watching all of the outsiders

The line moves slowly through the numbered gate

Past the mosaic of head of state

In the cathedrals of new york and rome

There is a feeling that you should just go home

And spend the lifetime finding out just where that is

In the shadows of tall buildings

Of opened arches, and wrestling kneeling

Sonic landscape, echoing distance

Someone is listening from a safe distance

The line moves slowly into a fading light

A final moment in a dead of night

In the cathedrals of new york and rome

There is a feeling that you should just go home

And spend the lifetime finding out just where that is