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I was in the air when the towers came downIn a bar on the 84th floorI bought Philippe Petit a roundAnd asked what his high wire was forHe said, 'I put one foot on the wire,One foot straight into heaven'As the prophets entered boldly into the barOn the Boeing 737, Lord, on the Boeing 737Hey little bird, would you be the oneTo nest beneath my Gatling gun?There's nothing left I call my ownCome down and build me a home.I was in a bar when they rigged the towersTrying to leave all my sinsThe barmaid asked my orderAnd where my mind had beenI tried to recall the high wirePhilippe and his foot in heavenAs the prophets entered boldly into the barOn the Boeing 737, Lord, on the Boeing 737Hey little bird, would you be the oneTo nest beneath my Gatling gun?There's nothing left I call my ownCome down and build me a home. Aus Songtexte Mania