Cathedrals - Damon Albarn

When cathedrals, they sink into the seas under sand

The ghosts that are left in them

They slip through the hand

When the words in your head

And the old man is dead

Then I’ll look very hard

At the passing of that day

In my life

When the books of the desert

They turn to sublime

Beware of the emptiness

It plays with the mind

When the goodbye is said

And the old man is dead

Then I’ll look very hard

At the passing of that day in my heart