St. Peter`s Cathedral

St Peter's cathedral Built of granite Ever fearful of the answer When the candle in the tunnel Is flickering and sputters And fading faster It's only then that you will know What lies above or down below Or if these fictions only prove How much you've really got to lose At St Peter's cathedral There is stained glass There's a steeple that is reaching Up towards the heavens Such ambition never failing to amaze me It's either quite a master plan Or just chemicals that help us understand That when our hearts stop ticking This is the end And there's nothing past this There's nothing past this There's nothing past this There's nothing past this There's nothing past this There's nothing past this There's nothing past this There's nothing past this