Cathedrals – Damon Albarn – letras

When cathedrals, they sink into the seaAnd the sandThe goals that are left oftenThey slip through the handWhen the world it’s in your handAnd the old man is deadThen our love, very hardAt the park, sin of that dayIn my life,When the bolts of the desertThey turn to supply,Beware of the emptinessIt plays with the mindWhen the …saidAnd the old man is deadWhen all of, very hardAt the park, sin of that dayIn my life.