Cathedrals

Jump Little Children

In the shadows of tall buildings

Of fallen angels on the ceilings

Oily feathers in bronze and concrete

Faded colors, peices 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

Finding 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