Well I must confess, I'm kinda high
And there's stars that cross when I close my eyes
And I can see. And you are blind
And you ask me if I got the time
To describe the TV
The world it shows me
And borrow my sight to you
But for all I saw it
I never saw it
The way that you need me to
To try to describe
A cathedral to the blind--
Words just don't work right
A cathedral stands like a stony sky
And there's buttresses that are taking flight
And we're all alone, just you and I
Then you take my hand nd I close my eyes
Well you said you want it
I went and brought it
Paper and pencil too
And see now you saw it
From the way we draw it
Changing our point of view
And now
With twisted lines
Tangled towers
And busted spires
We've conspired
To provide
A heavenly design