Honeymoon Suite - Suzanne Vega

    the ceiling had a painting on it
    in our room in France
    so we were living underneath
    some angels in a dance

    my husband was not feeling well
    and so we went to bed
    he woke up complaining
    of an aching in his head

    he said a hundred people
    had come through our room that night
    that one by one the old and young
    asked if he was all right

    one by one the old and young
    lined up to touch his hand
    he spent the night explaining
    they had come to the wrong man

    the concierge was less than helpful
    when we asked her the next day
    with coffee and a magazine
    we went to the desk to pay

    "what happened in that room?" he asked
    "a death or something strange?"
    she smiled at him politely
    and returned to him his change

    well, what I'd like to know
    and this will be a mystery,
    is with all the people in that room
    why none appeared to me?

    when we sleep so close together that
    our hair becomes entwined
    I must have missed that moment
    in the gateway to his mind

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