6 o 'clock in the morning, I feel pretty good.
So I dropped into the luxury of the Lord's, fighting dragons and crossing swords with
the people against the hordes who came to conquer.
7 o 'clock in the morning, here he comes, I taste the morning and I'm so amazed I'm here
today, seeing things so clear this way, in the car and on my way to Stonehenge.
I'm flying in Winchester Cathedral, sunlight pouring through the break of day, stumbled
through the door and into the chamber, there's a lady setting flowers on a table, covered
lace, and a cleaner in the distance finds a cobweb on her face, and a feeling deep inside
of me tells me this can't be the place.
I'm flying in Winchester Cathedral, all religion has to have its day, expressions on the face
of the Saviour made me say, I can't stay.
Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here, too many people have lied in
the name of Christ for anyone to heed the call, so many people have died in the name
of Christ and I can't believe it all, now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that
died in 1799, and the day he died it was a birthday, and I noticed it was mine, and my
head didn't know just who I was and I went spinning back in time, and I am high, up on
the altar, high, up on the altar, high.
I'm flying in Winchester Cathedral, it's hot enough to drink the wine, the air inside just
brings in delusion, but given time, I'll be fine.
Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here, too many people have lied in
the name of Christ for anyone to heed the call, too many people have died in the name
of Christ and I can't believe it all, now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that
died in 1799, and the day he died it was a birthday, and I noticed it was mine, and my
head didn't know just who I was and I went spinning back in time, and I am high, up on
the altar, high, up on the altar, high.
I'm flying in Winchester Cathedral, it's hot enough to drink the wine, the air inside
