majestic caravan princess
with careless hair and fierce eyes
i was unaware when i entertained
an angel in disguise

she's a tired and burned out cathedral
come dance underneath her spires
when her pilgrimage is illegal
will you pour water on her fires

she's as wild as she is medieval
she never told me her name
she's as young now as she is old
santa maria - she is notre dame

she is temple of holy spirit
she is image of the divine
crushed by wolves on the airwaves
and on the border line