4 acessos
As the dust came in you held your eyes shut to stop the windows getting in
Did you hold your ears?
Did you look to the ground?
To stop the beating heart of New York from falling all around
And all the words that you speak were tangled up with the feet of people rushing to the underpass
And all the sounds that you made as the light began fade on two hundred storeys being told at the same time
As the footage came in of you alone reading to some more minds that will never grow
And all the transmissions that were bleak made it easier to piece the six thousand torsoes back and all the words he never said, became tangled up instead with the vicious rumor that the pilot lost his head