rainy night in yorktown

i see the lit windows
lime green on the wall
the clouded dull visions
your slip and your fall

and the bars on the windows
keep you out, keep you in
for the years of your suffering
for the years of your sin

fatigue has my hold
fatigue has my brain
my shadow projected
in shadow and rain

you wonder i wish
your slip and the fall
and bodies are tumbling
amidst deep southern drawls

the steel bars are keeping
you out and me in
the paint is a'peeling me
covered in sin

the world is a crumbling
tumble and fall
and the bars are a burning
paint peeling and all

you see the old lighthouse
palm trees through the fog
the white sandy beach
your legs in a slog

of shining white buildings
of moon through the mist
i am lost in your last night
lost in abyss.