Grace Cathedral Hill

The Decemberists

Grace cathedral hill

All wrapped in bones of setting sun

All dust and stone and moribund

I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle

For a new year's day

I sat and watched it burn away

Then turned and weaved through slow decay

We were both a little hungry so we went to get hot dog

Down the hyde street pier

This light was slightly disappeared

The air it stunk of fish and beer

We heard a superman trumpet play the national anthem

And the world may be long for you

But it'll never belong to you

But on a motorbike when all the city lights blind your eyes tonight

Are you feeling better now?

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