We Barely Spoke any words,Mostly Ghosts is all we really heard

And Sometimes I’d cry, in my mind’s eye

from all these the black and white images,

of before the genocide

Home, I feel at home with you,

down here in the underground,

only at night is when you can be found

After the kids are asleep and down

Finally there is no Sound

and This is how I find you, and your invitation

to not try to console you, Im not your salvation

together we keep climbing

wrapped in lamentations

this big black mountain with the same destination

and your grief, and your grief it causes levitation

levitation, levitation, levitation