Bauhaus Follow

In the marbled reception hall
I received a three band gold ring from Mark, a token of esteem
Running through ghost closet locker rooms
To hide from Peter, who has fallen to the old cold stone floor
Wheezing and emitting a seemingly endless flow of ectoplasmic white goo from ears and mouth

A wind rushes through the hall
Whistles as it breezes through the narrow slits
In the green, locked doors
I hide in one of these, number thirteen
Barely concealed but hopeful
Blackout
Blackout

I will climb this high wall in remembrance of Clancy
To regain or re-earn my life

The wall has many holes and many foot pieces to fasten to
The wall is dangerous and this is my penance
My penance and my task

I did it once and they wondered
Yet I needed to go once more around
Up breathtakingly across rigidly
Down easily and foolishly

I endeavored again to climb the wall in vain
And capture back my chain of lilies and remains
Of lilies and remains
Lilies and remains

In the marbled reception hall
I received a three band gold ring from Mark, a token of esteem
Running through ghost closet locker rooms