On the Stairs

All that goes on behind close doors.
Private lives and underworlds.
All the lines built by partition wards.
Fourteen familes fill each floor.
You could meet me on the stairs,
Hear there splinter converstations,
Shadows and rementants resounding along the corridors.

Blocks after block,
Street after street,
Building to building,
Their eyes never meet.
Each live repeated,
Layer upon layer.
The comings and goings
And changes passed by the stairs,
On the stairs.

You could meet me on the stairs,
Hear their splinter converstations,
Shadows and rementants resounding along the corridors.

Blocks after blocks,
Street to street.
Building to building,
Their eyes never meet.
Each live repeated,
Layer upon layer.
The comings and goings'
And changes are passed,
On the stairs.

Blocks after blocks,
Street to street,
Building to building.
Their eyes never meet.
Each live repeated layer upon layer,
The comings and goings,
And changes of the future,
O good news will pass by the stairs.
Meet me on the stairs.