St. Peter´s cathedral
Built of granite
Ever fearful of the answer
When the candle in the tunnel
Is flickering and sputters
And fading faster
It´s only then that you will know
What lies above or down below
Or if these fictions only prove
How much you´ve really got to lose

At St. Peter´s cathedral
There is stained glass
There´s a steeple that is reaching
Up towards the heavens
Such ambition never failing to amaze me
It´s either quite a master plan
Or just chemicals that help us understand
That when our hearts stop ticking
This is the end
And there´s nothing past this

There´s nothing past this
There´s nothing past this
There´s nothing past this
There´s nothing past this
There´s nothing past this
There´s nothing past this
There´s nothing past this