Six o' clock in the morning I feel pretty good So I dropped into the luxury of the Lords fighting dragons and crossing swords with the people against the hordes who came to conquer
Seven o'clock in the morning here it comes I taste the warning 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 a 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 Savior 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 that 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 upon the altar High upon the altar, high
I'm flying in Winchester cathedral
It's hard enough to drink the wine The air inside just hangs 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 that I can't believe it all
And 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 upon the altar High upon the altar, high
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