Testo Cathedrals

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