I look through aStained glass windowFrom insideA sinking cathedralI could notDistinguish skyFrom seaSo I climbed aStony steeple’Til the waterClimbed up to my legAnd I had toGrab on toA floating pewAnd call out to YouI look through aHigh-rise windowFrom insideYour Brooklyn bedroomWe lay there’Til we could notDistinguish music of the cricketsFrom the birdsSo I climbedYour iron fireEscape until theSunlight filled my eyesAnd I jumped onTo the subwayPlatformTo forget You