Cathedrals

When cathedrals they sink into the sea And the sand The goals that are left often They slip through the hand When the world it's in your hand And the old man is dead Then our love very hard At the park sin of that day In my life When the bolts of the desert They turn to supply Beware of the emptiness It plays with the mind When the said And the old man is dead When all of very hard At the park sin of that day In my life