Cathedral

Streets come alive in neon pink at night Sidewalks drink up rains remains In alley ways in covered shadows Tall buildings stand too close for comfort The cracks between the swallowed light Hold their sins together in a somber prayer Concrete thoughts of heaven hang Gothic dark with solid stones alone Housed within the bones Cathedral ready Are the ancient relics laughing at the masses? Nancy changes into a candy man Becomes a hooker hanging on a chandelier She turns the corner down the alley wet Tricks that follow her or he forget This is holy ground so light a candle Cigarettes are optional if you are you or them Strangers on the avenue are cruel But business girls will work proforma Stiletto-ed prophets nearly apostolic Out to make a profit on the steps of God Tender revenues are offered up Bought and sold in artificial light Sometimes girls come up from gutters Red lips, wide hips and chewing gum Cherry bombs and smiles selling love No one speaks in Latin when buying drugs You can almost hear them whisper Jesus Who lives within the shadows of the walls Away inside the cathedral tabernacle safe And He never misses mass on Sundays as a rule Fractured light through stained glass windows falls Colorful and pretty on the altered state of sin Night could be equivalent or equal to the imperfections If only dark were not so twisted from within On the subject of bricks reflecting giant building faces Tall structures call themselves cathedrals at a risk High Rises come incorporated where sky's the limit They must be citizens of heaven to afford those rents Penthouses are too ridiculous to name by name Between the cracks in pavements are the screams Heard over tidal waves of dirty cab ride thunder Rolling over stinking streets while people sing inside They hold it all together to be blessed by God