| Song | A Hush |
| Artist | Shearwater |
| Album | Winged Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Meiburg, Sheff | |
| 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" |
| zuo qu : Meiburg, Sheff | |
| 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" |
| zuò qǔ : Meiburg, Sheff | |
| 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" |