Cathedrals

In the shadows
 Of tall buildings
 The fallen angels
 On the ceilings
 Oily feathers
 In bronze and concrete
 Faded color
 Pieces left incomplete
 The line moves slowly
 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 our head of state
 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 marches
 Endlessly kneeling
 Sonic landscapes
 Echoing vistas
 Someone is listening
 From a safe distance
 The line moves slowly
 Into a fading light
 The final moment
 In the dead of night
 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