under the tin roof, i sit.
a thin wall is all that separates
from a sky bright-eyed and lit.
the lightning bolt declares my fate.
under the tin roof, i think.
a thin wall, it holds me back
from the rains that pour, the rains that sink.
the lightning bolt is what i lack.
under the tin roof, i gaze.
a thin wall grows ever clear
from the past, the future, today, a daze.
the lightning bolt — close your eyes, my dear.
under the tin roof, i climb,
a thin wall to the top of the sky
from the sea to the fields — there is no time.
the lightning bolt: in bed, i lie.
under the tin roof, i melt.
a thin wall can’t keep me away
from all that has ever been felt.
the lightning bolt; the cards are dealt.
under that tin roof, i stand.
that thin wall, i step right through.
from the east it rises: a distant land.
the lightning bolt strikes the morning dew.