These cathedrals were built Dropping daggers from the bell tower But still the child's caress
It's strange, what they've done Arranged, every part of it They can, I really think it's
Tonight I'm hanging with the clowns Playing trombone down by the riverside That's where we burn our fire Away from this slaughter, Away from this sacred slaughter Everyone's at ease, Everyone's at ease
These weary bones, weary bones They're thinking of you, thinking of you I think of you and I know
These cathedrals were built Dropping daggers from the bell tower But still the child's caress