Cathedral Eyes

Cathedral eyes felt so alive laid on the woman painted softly
 The masters of Rome should have used her for a muse
 And me I could have used just a little cup of coffee
 She whispered a look, I could barely breathe a word
 I smoke in the moonlight to catch my breath
 You scold me I'll catch my death of cold
 You always imagined that I had something left
 But I'm the only one you never told
 Another barstool Houdini made you guess what to believe
 When everyone was watching the illusion
 But only you were looking up his sleeve
 When she caught a glimpse from someone else's muse
 I smoke in the moonlight to catch my breath
 You scold me I'll catch my death of cold
 You always imagined that I had something left
 But I'm the only one you never told
 The passions in the stained glass fell upon the masses
 Thought he caught the corner of a vision
 He used his Sunday shirt to clean off his glasses
 His cathedral eyes retreated to the clouds
 I smoke in the moonlight to catch my breath
 You scold me I'll catch my death of cold
 You always imagined that I had something left
 But I'm the only one you never told