I’m on the reservoir

Can you see the sun?

Radio transmissions, from 1961

They’re burning through your eyes with a terrible light

Soft recollections of a terrible night

And I feel dead lonesome now

Take me to the wire

Turn me onto something new

And as the dead sun sets on the heavenly line carry me along with you

Help me out of this darkness please

Help me out of this hole

Take me under your harlot wing

Burn me into your soul

I’m on the reservoir with a seamstress muse

I look inside myself

What a terrible view

I don’t know anyone with a mind like yours

I’ve not felt terror

So thunderous before

And I feel dead lonesome now

Take me to the fire

Travel on to somewhere new

And as the dead sun sets over avenue 9 carry me along with you

Help me out of this darkness me please

Help me out of this hole

Take me under your scarlet wing burn me into your soul

Adeleine hold the line

Bring me under take your time

Through the doorway take me high

Then sweep me under Adeleine

Woo woo smile sweetly

Woo woo kind lady

Adeleine

Adeleine

Hold the line, another line