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
