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 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 the 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