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 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

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 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

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

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