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
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