Raining slapping on the window pane

An hour or more of teeming

Storm punching like a hurricane

That tore him out of dreaming



Air screaming through the slightest gap

Rattling between the frame and the sill

Drapes hanging from the final act

When I had you still



One lonely bird is singing

Lower the hood hung of his lament

Dash him down on cold cement

One Bell Ringing



Flies buzzing round strip search light

They've got him down on his knees

He thinks of honey dripping from a spoon

Girls whispering in Portuguese



Between muzzle and the black site

Electrical contact

Deny your name and then carry the blame

Somewhat after the fact



One lonely bird is singing

Lower the hood hung on that last lament

Dash him down on cold cement

One Bell Ringing