Broken

In the shadows of tall buildings Of fallen angels on the ceilings Oily feathers in bronze and concrete Faded colors, pieces left incomplete The line moves slowly past the electric fence Across the borders between continents In the cathedrals of New York and Rome There is a feeling that you should just go home And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is In the shadows of tall buildings The architecture is slowly peeling Marble statues and glass dividers Someone is watching all of the outsiders The line moves slowly through the numbered gate Past the mosaic of the head of state In the cathedrals of New York and Rome There is a feeling that you should just go home And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is