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It waits in the hallway after dusk Hands on the frame of
every door It salts the air and dims the glass Turns every
step against the floor I feel the room grow cold and wide
A stairwell opening under skin No fire,
no cry, no grand collapse Just that slow pull beginning And it
calls me by no name
With a mouth made out of night
Says come and lay your weight down
Where the walls forget the light
It drags me down below Down where the dead air flows Down
where the black rooms wait And every hour moves too slow It
drags me down below
Out past the last small glow I reach for a hand,
find stone And fall through all
I know
Morning hangs heavy, used and gray Dust on the tongue,
ash in the lung It folds the street into a cell Makes
all the living sound undone Faces pass by like painted walls Names
slip loose and drift away I wear the day like borrowed clothes
Too tired to make them stay There is a place beneath the
clocks Where nothing heals and nothing breaks
A field of doors without a house A bed of stone that
never wakes
(ahhhh) I hear it breathing through the walls
It drags me down below Down where the dead air flows Down
where the black rooms wait And every hour moves too slow It
drags me down below
Out past the last small glow I call to the sky,
get none Just the weight of
down below
Down below
Down below It drags me
Down below