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There was a hush inside the air
When you were lying on the stairs
Feeling the world had scattered there
Like little feathers on the air

And as the people filed away
The men in suits of black and gray
Each with his hands inside his coat
Each with that hush inside his throat

And this concrete cold
And this cruise control
And the drops of blood in the shaving bowl
Are the lovely things
Bright and hovering
That can pull you up
With a thousand wings
Let me through

They're thinking, "How did we arrive?
Was it by fortune or design?
Or was there something else in mind?
Let there be something else in mind"
There was a hush inside the air   When you were lying on the stairs   Feeling the world had scattered there   Like little feathers on the air      And as the people filed away   The men in suits of black and gray   Each with his hands inside his coat   Each with that hush inside his throat       And this concrete cold   And this cruise control   And the drops of blood in the shaving bowl   Are the lovely things   Bright and hovering   That can pull you up   With a thousand wings   Let me through      They're thinking, "How did we arrive?   Was it by fortune or design?   Or was there something else in mind?   Let there be something else in mind"