Peter Sarstedt I Am A Cathedral
I looked up from my book, I thought
I am a Cathedral in the shadows of Steven
I am a Cathedral in the night
I searched a piece of glass
I saw, the eyes of an eagle throwing brightness so even
The eyes of an eagle glowing bright
And will you share
Your crust of bread with me
And will you dare
To trust your head and see
I am balanced well, you see
I am a Cathedral locked in stain glass windows
I am a Cathedral dimly lit
And hemmed in solitude, and yet
I see a shangri-la
Whenever the mountain wind blows
I see shangri-la and I touch it
And will you share
Your crust of bread with me
And will you dare
To trust your head and see
I looked up from my book, I thought
I am a Cathedral in the shadows of Steven
I am a Cathedral in the night
I am a Cathedral in the night
I am a Cathedral in the night
