I can still remember the firsttime I ever heard this song. I was lying in bed, late one summer night with the radio on. The window was open and the shade was up, and everything still smelled like lilacs and honeysuckle. I thought that this song was one of the most hauningly beautiful pieces of music I'd ever heard. ...

Cathedral

In the shadows of tall buildings
of fallen angels on the ceilings
oily feathers in bronze and concrete
faded colors, 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 the 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 find out
just where that is

in the shadows of tall buildings of
open arches endlessly kneeling
sonic landscapes, echoing vistas someone is
listening from a safe distance
the line moves slowly into a fading light
a 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