You take me to a cathedral
Sit me down on the bench
You take down the stained-glass windows
They show the story of your birth
And you say,
"Here, here I am born
There, there are the angels
Those, my mom and my dad
That, that is a weaver"
Kaitlin, have I seen war?
Did i ever ride horses?
Was I a boy in a choir?
Did I ever have a sister?
And you say,
"Here, here you are born
There, there are the angels
Those, your mom and your dad
That, that is a sculptor"
You take me to a cathedral
Didn't answer my question
Will i see space?
You might've told me
But i could not hear it
I was listening to the choir's song
Could not stop listening to the choir's song