Cathedrals (Albarn Damon)

When cathedrals, they sink into the seas under sand The ghosts that are left in them They slip through the hand When the words in your head And the old man is dead Then I'll look very hard At the passing of that day In my life When the books of the desert They turn to sublime Beware of the emptiness It plays with the mind When the goodbye is said And the old man is dead Then I'll look very hard At the passing of that day in my heart