Faces at a window
Fingers clutching at the bars
A fly skips from an eyebrow to an elbow

Across a scar

And stars are laughing
As the wind bites
Doesn't leave a mark

Because the Tower stands impregnable
A beacon in the dark

And no-one names a crime committed
No-one blames a soul
Their cases heard so long ago
Forget about payroll

And faculties are failing
Because they're really rather old
And sick. And tired, much too jaded
How they weep, cause how they hate it

Sky dye on her fingers
The air was turning blue
As Captain whispered, 'Blindfold's optional
You wouldn't like the view!'

She shook her head and shouted back
I'd like to see this through."
Then joined the line of hostages
Was 13th in the queue

Rusty chains and armored pillows
Stuffed with silver pins
Collecting lives like butterflies
Keep them all locked in

Tattoo with a star,
Write a number on the chin
It's not for turning, slowly learning
Stomach churns, the fire's burning

No one has the key to the tower

And if you listen carefully
You'll hear a baby cry.
Torn screaming From her mother's womb
The lady nearly died

But the torment never stops
It's written right across the eyes

Of George and Jeannie,
Charlotte, Renie, Uncle Geoff, Cousin Julie, Audrey, Johnny, Andy,
Mandy, Algernon

And Barbarella, Shelly, Napoleon. Winston, April,
Philip, Roland, Barry, Sally, Patrick, Me! Me! Mimi.

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