Cathedrals

I wrestle with angels I wrestle with fears I wrestle with those Who say neither ones are real I've lived behind cathedrals I've lived in open lands Seen the curse of the dying By the weight of law filled hands And I don't want to be the one There's a danger that's stirring Deep from within All the while we are sinking Beneath the skin There's a storm that is coming We don't know when But I don't want to be wrong Are we friends, lovers, or nothing at all? I hear you asking me Are we friends, lovers, or nothing at all? I'm finding it hard to believe Speak something softly Sing it to me slow We're both tired from the striving And it's taken its toll So let's keep on Are we friends, lovers, or nothing at all? I hear you asking me Are we friends, lovers, or nothing at all? I'm finding it hard to believe