Courrier Cathedrals Of Color
I moved to Paris in need of a home
I lived between the Autumn leaves and the cigarette smoke
I cut my losses in London and Rome
I moved to Paris in need of some hope
Rows of red roses, within Eiffel's reach
Every spring a victory, every winter defeat
I've made every headline, I've known secret grief
Rows of red roses, such beauty decieves
Homе, where I find
My peacе of mind
I don't want to waste my time
I don't want to wast my life
Cathedrals of color in a world black and white
I heard the contrast choir sing of infinite light
I lost every brother on the heels of midnight
Cathedrals of color brought me back to life
Oh, my rose window
Oh, my rose window
Oh, don't let me go
Oh, my rose window
I don't want to waste my time
I don't want to waste my life
