Resort

Sitting on an orange sun lounger
Underneath a yellow parasol
All that's left at the bottom of the pool
Is a tone of ash and a foot of black mold

And a swollen shadow of a diving board
Looms over the deep end with menace
Mud comes trickling down
Mud comes trickling down
Every marble step
Like a staircase for the dead
Like a fountain out of hell

Wrap myself up in a nylon dust sheet
Salvaged from the fallen scaffold
The wind is blowing up the tarpaulin
The sun is grey and the air is getting cold

And an iron claw of an unmanned crane
Is circling above the complex
I begin my ascent
I begin my ascent
Up the marble stairs - like a staircase for the dead
To the highest board
Above the empty pool
Chlorine stains the walls
I feel nothing as a I fall

A barrier gate is bent and snapped
Where it's been hit on impact
Like the damaged frame of a vending machine
That's been thrown down a stair well

Mud is trickling down
Mud is trickling down
Like a fountain out of hell
I begin my ascent
I begin my ascent
Up the marble steps - like a staircase for the dead
To the highest board
My shadow fills the floor
Of the empty pool
It grows larger as I fall