[male
vocals] (
Soft,
sustained
synth
pads
fading
in) (
Gentle,
slow
beat
kicks
in) (
Stanley,
listen
close)
It
started
with
a
visit
on
a
dusty
afternoon
My
aunt
came
from
the
village,
she
arrived
a
bit
too
soon "
Just
for
a
while,"
she
told
us,
with
a
suitcase
in
her
hand
We
didn't
know
the
shadows
that
were
sweeping
through
the
land
We
didn't
know
the
shadows
that
were
sweeping
through
the
land
Then
the
phone
call
came
in
eighty-seven,
shattering
the
light
My
daddy
lost
the
battle
on
the
road
that
frozen
night
I
was
only
eight
years
old,
the
world
began
to
fade
The
house
he
built
with
love,
became
a
place
where
ghosts
were
laid
From
owners
to
dependents
in
the
halls
he
used
to
fill
The
echoes
of
his
laughter
are
now
quiet,
cold,
and
still
Everything
we
knew
was
gone,
the
walls
began
to
bend
We
were
owners
once,
my
Stanley,
but
that
story
had
an
end
After
they
lowered
him
down,
she
didn’
t
pack
her
things
to
go
She
stayed
within
the
shadows,
watching
all
our
sorrow
grow
And
while
the
grief
was
heavy,
like
a
stone
upon
the
floor
She
brought
a
stranger
inside,
pushed
him
through
our
daddy's
door
Right
there
in
mum’
s
own
living
room,
they
took
their
wedding
vows
New
rules
were
written
down
for
us,
new
sweat
upon
our
brows
We
were
living
in
the
wreckage
of
a
home
we
once
called
king
Now
we're
asking
for
permission
for
the
simplest,
smallest
thing
From
owners
to
dependents
in
the
halls
he
used
to
fill
The
echoes
of
his
laughter
are
now
quiet,
cold,
and
still
Everything
we
knew
was
gone,
the
walls
began
to
bend
We
were
owners
once,
my
Stanley,
but
that
story
had
an
end
Can
I
cook
a
meal
tonight?
Can
I
walk
across
this
floor?
We
were
masters
of
this
kingdom,
now
we’
re
knocking
at
the
door
Every
step
is
measured,
every
breath
is
someone
else’
s
claim
We
lost
the
house,
the
power,
and
we
even
lost
the
name
From
owners
to
dependents
in
the
halls
he
used
to
fill
The
echoes
of
his
laughter
are
now
quiet,
cold,
and
still
Everything
we
knew
was
gone,
the
walls
began
to
bend
We
were
owners
once,
my
Stanley,
but
that
story
had
an
end
From
owners
to
dependents
Just
a
visitor
in
my
own
home
Stanley,
do
you
hear
me?
It’
s
a
long
road
back
to
where
we
began (
Fade
out
with
lonely
synth
pads)