A Shadow in the Dormitory

Under amber skies

I repent my faults

Midst them golden fields

In the lap of Father Gibault

For I don't deserve God's love

At night's darkening

'Neath the sheets I crawl

Laying harkening

For his heavy steps

Sounding across the hall

Sleeping, sweating, choking, dreaming

Turning, cramping, waking, screaming

Sacred saviour, holy mother

Spare me, save me, from that shadow on the wall

And I ask of thee

Teach me humble life

Save my rotten soul

Fustigate all vice

Out of my foul core

And Charlie has already left

To be a shade on his own

And Will already wrote

With lipstick on the walls

Burning, beating, pain infliction

Whipping, striking, torment's diction

Sacred saviour, holy mother

There's no running from that shadow on the wall