Us there on the roof,
And oh, from up there,
I could see nothing else
But the sunrise, over Ringgold,
The sun was all over,
It stretched through your jacket
Alone on the roof,
And oh, the view
I could see thunder clouds,
I saw the car approach,
And your voice break out,
Under the wheels,
Your voice was like a rope,
Stretched until snapping
The sun didn't reach you
Alone in a room,
Alone, up there,
I watched the story told,
Unfolding, it was like pornography,
All the guilt and obsession,
I was a voyeur, or was I an ascetic?
I was in the attic