St. Peter's Cathedral - Death Cab for Cutie, Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla

St. Peter’s cathedral

Built of granite

Ever fearful of the answer

When the candle in the tunnel

Is flickering and sputters

And fading faster

It’s only then that you will know

What lies above or down below

Or if these fictions only prove

How much you’ve really got to lose

At St. Peter’s cathedral

There is stained glass

There’s a steeple that is reaching

Up towards the heavens

Such ambition never failing to amaze me

It’s either quite a master plan

Or just chemicals that help us understand

That when our hearts stop ticking

This is the end

And there’s nothing past this

There’s nothing past this

There’s nothing past this

There’s nothing past this

There’s nothing past this

There’s nothing past this

There’s nothing past this

There’s nothing past this