Sting - Narration lyrics

One Exterior Cathedral Daylight Establishing it's beauty in elevation, stain gla** and stone carvings From its huge doors suddenly comes a flow of white cloud choir boys Angelic, white surplussed, all bobbing in a disciplined stream But then, suddenly in their midst, startling Ridiculous, incongruous is Martin a young man in an ill fitting rain coat As the boys proceed in their orderly way, Martin is left alone Peculiar, disturbing Which one... Which one will it be? Two Interior An office near the Cathedral Daylight A view of the Cathedral through the window Alone, in this Dickensian office above the small printing presses, sits Mr Bates, middle aged, meticulous, writing with a gold barreled fountain pen He's finishing a little verse beneath a picture of an angel: Although we all must sometimes stumble As we journey through this life I've never heard you moan or grumble The perfect mother and wife Bates places the sheet of paper on top of a pile of similar sheets His face heavy with contempt He stares into the middle distance A framed photograph of a lively, attractive young woman, Patty His daughter, is in front of him, on his expanse of desk He glances at it He caps his fountain pen, neatly puts the sheet into the pending tray Neatly lines up his blotter, his desk aids, and satisfied Rises to join the homeward throng Three Exterior Cathedral precincts Fading daylight A few people bobbing along with the anomalous, near vacant Tired expression of home-goers Which one... Which one will it be?