I hope that this summer Sweats through all my clothes so I can taste Some sort of second-comer Who'll blow the lilac-breath into my face Now I know I've had three wives The first was your ghost, the other was mine The last comes when the day dies and then Outside the trinity just cries Frightened by the tower Spiraled with the wild windy night I only have one father and I, his only child, fear is my birthright And who has a redeemer Towering above the summertime? When sweat will make you cleaner And spit is all I want instead of wine We cannot stay broken Or darken violently with summer storm We will climb the tower And in the burning morning be reborn