Lord, I've tried to find where you might be.
High and low, north and south and yes, everywhere in-between.
Where's my vision? Where's my mercy?
Where's my water, parting like the red sea?
Where's the answers to these questions?
Where's my mountain to climb so I'll finally believe.

Paper Cathedrals, keep blowin' down.
Paper Cathedrals, keep blowin' down.

So confused, but I won't let you inside.
Can't let down, if I let you in I'd have no place to hide.
Where's my healing, if I'm so blind?
Where's my water that will turn into wine?
Where' my proof I, don't have much time?
Where's my mortor 'cause no walls are weaker than mine?

Paper Cathedrals, keep blowin' down.
Paper Cathedrals, keep blown' down.

No I never tried to believe, never tried to be holy,
Never looked you right in the face.
No wonder I have no faith.
Never tried to be anything. Where's the bolt of my lightning?
Where're the bricks to fall on my head?
It's way too late when I'm dead, when I'm dead, when I'm dead.

Paper Cathedrals, keep blowin' down.
Paper Cathedrals, keep blowin' down.