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.