I looked up from my book, I thought,
I am a Cathedral in the shadows of Steven,
I am a Cathedral in the night.
I searched a piece of gla**,
I saw, the eyes of an eagle throwing brightness so even,
The eyes of an eagle glowing bright.
And will you share,
Your crust of bread with me,
And will you dare,
To trust your head and see.
I am balanced well, you see,
I am a Cathedral locked in stain gla** windows,
I am a Cathedral dimly lit.
And hemmed in solitude, and yet,
I see a shangri-la,
Whenever the mountain wind blows,
I see shangri-la and I touch it.
And will you share,
Your crust of bread with me,
And will you dare,
To trust your head and see.
I looked up from my book, I thought,
I am a Cathedral in the shadows of Steven,
I am a Cathedral in the night.
I am a Cathedral in the night.
I am a Cathedral in the night.