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 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 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 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