Corrode Silo

I lie here in bed
And the ceiling is fading
I remember my child
Still by the fire
(Yes, come and cry baby)

Oo say, I can see
But I'm only recalling (Goodbye)
Her reflection
Doubled on a black lake
(Gave me a little inkling)

Of that first rush
It's a cruel touch
When you know your parents
Are lushed up

It's a gift
They turned to sin
(But I know)
(but you know)

(If I had the time
We would corrode silos
And what is between
And then you would know me.)

This languor
Is turning soft; (You've got my hand)
My sons are dancers
They leap across
(My eyes like elevators)

And what I
Have dreamed
The lovers and me
Here for this one day
Without a tree
(Well, it's happening)

Fathers and sons
Finally
Clamor to touch
And weep just from loving

(Here in your bed
The light from your head
It breaks me down completely
Oh, but sort of sweetly
When I recognize
It's only the last time
I'll love you
Physically.)