Chapels

When I'm shivering in the morning dust again Then I sliver stale bread and give it to the doves They're fluttering around me at the old market-place And I worship somehow when we're thinking out loud Oh, what's the chapel of mine? I begged you as we walked the brown meadows All colours were much more intense 'cause it'd rained before And the chapels I know are warm and inside Are multi entwined aisles I need to define So that I could see its tortuous structures I thought that you Could lead me through When I'm shivering in the morning dust again Then I sliver stale bread and give it to the doves They're fluttering around me at the old market-place And I worship somehow when we're thinking out loud What's the chapel of mine? I begged you as we walked the brown meadows All colours were much more intense 'cause it'd rained before Oh, what's the chapel of mine? I begged you as we walked the brown meadows All colours were much more intense 'cause it'd rained before You believe to be on an ill-fated ship But got enough time live a satisfying life on it And where all common sense is gone People want the chapels for their own You believe to be on an ill-fated ship But got enough time live a satisfying life on it And where all common sense is gone People want the chapels for their own And where all common sense is gone People want the chapels for their own And where all common sense is gone People want the chapels for their own And where all common sense is gone People want the chapels for their own And the chapels I know are warm and inside Are multi entwined aisles I need to define So that I could see its tortuous structures I thought that you Could lead me through