Cathedrals

In the shadows of tall buildings
Of fallen angels on the ceilings
Oily feathers and bronze in concrete
Faded colours pieces left incomplete
The line moves slowly past the electric fence
Across the borders between the 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 in glass dividers
Someone is watching all of the outsiders
The line moves slowly through the numbered gates
Past the mosaic of the head of stage.

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
Of open arches and lastly kneeling
Sonic landscapes at going this does
Someone is listening from a safe distance
The line moves slowly into a fading light
Our final moment in the dead of night.

In the cathedrals on New York and Rome
There is a feeling that you should just go home
And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is
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In the cathedrals on New York and Rome
There is a feeling that you should just go home
And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is.