Imagine a cathedral made of flesh not
Of stone,
A source of every comfort,
Somewhere that feels like home.
I’ve got to find that room where I can
Be alone.
To draw on all the walls,
Let imagination roam.
CHORUS:
Sweet Angel,
Open my eyes,
Help me see.
Sweet Angel,
Take my hands,
Guide me please.
The tapestry of feelings I keep inside of
Me,
Drawn from every memory,
And the mystic majesty.
The pictures of the heavens made from
All I’ve seen,
The paintings of the places,
I have never been.
(CHORUS)
Be my muse,
Oh, master of time
Open my eyes,
Let creation be alive.
Every talent I possess,
Simply wouldn’t be enough,
To get me one inch closer,
And know the master’s touch.
Without that inspiration,
Nothing will remain.
I pray that I can live,
To paint another day.
