"Cathedrals"

Walls are high
Adorned inside
Etched from wood and stone
Curtains built
Of steel and silk
Concealed by flesh and bone

Your stained-glass eyes are shining
Blinding patterns of light
Hard to see you behind
Hard to see you behind

Together kept
By brick and breath
Life spun from hated gold
They'll cast and bury
Us sanctuaries
Not knowing what they've sold

Your stained-glass eyes are shining
Blinding patterns of light
Hard to see you behind
Hard to see you behind
When you're so beautiful in grace
When you're so free and full of life
Hard to see you behind
That glow divine

Holy, lowly
Holy, lowly
We are weathered buildings
Gleaming glory