A Hush - Shearwater

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»