Cathedral

Six o' clock
     In the morning, I feel pretty good
     So I dropped into the luxury of the Lords
     Fighting dragons and crossing swords
     With the people against the hordes
     Who came to conquer.

     Seven o'clock
     In the morning, here it comes
     I taste the warning and I am so amazed
     I'm here today, seeing things so clear this way
     In the car and on my way
     To Stonehenge.

     I'm flying in Winchester cathedral
     Sunlight pouring through the break of day.
     Stumbled through the door and into the chamber;
     There's a lady setting flowers on a table covered lace
     And a cleaner in the distance finds a cobweb on a face
     And a feeling deep inside of me tells me
     This can't be the place

     I'm flying in Winchester cathedral.
     All religion has to have its day
     Expressions on the face of the Saviour
     Made me say
     I can't stay.

     Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here!
     Too many people have lied in the name of Christ
     For anyone to heed the call.
     So many people have died in the name of Christ
     That I can't believe it all.

     And now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799
     And the day he died it was a birthday
     And I noticed it was mine.
     And my head didn't know just who I was
     And I went spinning back in time.
     And I am high upon the altar
     High upon the altar, high.

     I'm flying in Winchester cathedral,
     It's hard enough to drink the wine.
     The air inside just hangs in delusion,
     But given time,
     I'll be fine.