The Aftermath (Of This Unfortunate Event)
The black atlantic
Our silence hides nothing
In this truce before sleep
One can hear the
Creaking of ghosts
Of no shape or hue
I'll admit I've used
All the wrong words
To position myself
Ohhhh, Ohhhh [x3]
Each climb, steeper the fall
The lull of short-lived counsel
We transform and
Back again
When the night breaks for day
Ohhhh, Ohhhh [x4]
Unlike you
I cannot so easily rekindle
I need time to really unfold
Unlike me
You do not so easily forget
You need time to feel loved again
In the aftermath
Of this unfortunate event
Our silŠµnce
Our silence