Hanging Between Floors

Hey... look at me. The doors are closed, but we still have air. We are going to be okay. You cannot know that. No. But you can borrow my certainty. The whole city vanished in a single spark, Now we are suspended somewhere in the dark, I press every button, but nothing answers back, My hands will not stop shaking, my breathing is too fast. There is an emergency light above your head, It is not much, but it means we are not finished yet, Put your hand against the wall, feel the cables breathe, This machine is still alive, and so are you and me. I hate these narrow walls. Then only look at me. I do not even know you. You know enough to breathe. We are hanging between floors, Two strangers behind steel doors, I do not know your name, but I can hear your fear, So hold my hand until the lights reappear, We are hanging between floors, With the whole world gone outside, And maybe in this darkness, We have nowhere left to hide, We are hanging between floors, But I have never felt this close before. You tell me you were running to a crowded restaurant, To meet somebody your mother swore you ought to want, You laugh and say you almost wore a different dress, I tell you that the blue one looks beautiful, I guess. You say you missed a train because you stayed too late, Helping some old stranger carry boxes through the rain, You make it sound like nothing, but I notice when you speak, The kindest people always think that kindness makes them weak. The metal keeps on groaning, The city stays asleep, Your shoulder touches mine now, And neither of us moves away. We are hanging between floors, Two strangers behind steel doors, I finally know your name, and I can feel your fear, So hold my hand until the lights reappear, We are hanging between floors, With the whole world gone outside, And maybe in this darkness, We have nothing left to hide, We are hanging between floors, But I have never felt this close before. What happens when the power comes alive? When the doors open and we step outside? Do we become two strangers once again, A story that begins and simply ends? Then meet me in the lobby when the morning comes, When the traffic starts moving and the city starts to run, I do not want this moment to be all that we can keep, I want to know the person who was brave enough with me. I was not brave. You stayed. We are hanging between floors, No longer strangers behind steel doors, I know your name, and I can feel you near, I would hold your hand even if the lights were here, We are hanging between floors, While the whole world waits outside, And maybe in this darkness, Something in us came alive, We are hanging between floors, But I do not want to be alone anymore. The doors are opening. I know. You are still holding my hand. I know.