'Cathedrals' of Another Kind

'Cathedrals' by Jump Little Children

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