Michael Guy Bowman Hush Fell
The HUSH that FELL stopped them cold
Upon these streets where dreams are sold
Cheap cologne, cheaper thrills
Served on ice, slightly chilled
Strangers passing by
Met each other's eyes
Looks they thought they'd owned
Made their secrets known
To the HUSH
The HUSH that FELL
FELL on us
The lies we tell
To the HUSH
The HUSH that blows
On all of us
The ones who know
The HUSH that FELL shook the trees
Old receipts blew in the breeze
Paper nights, plastic days
Earth stood still, red with haze
Lovers lost their grasp
Losers would not ask
Nothing could be said
All just hung their heads
To the HUSH
The HUSH that FELL
FELL on us
The lies we tell
To the HUSH
The HUSH that blows
On all of us
The ones who know
