In the shadows of tall buildings of fallen angels on the ceilings Oily feathers and bronzen concrete faded colors pieces left incomplete The light 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 the 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 the lifetime finding out just where that is In the shadows of tall buildings of open arches and lessly knealing Sonic landscapes echoing vistas someone is listening from a safe distance The line moves slowly into the 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 the 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 the lifetime finding out just where that is