[male
vocals] (
Soft,
sustained
synth
pad) (
Breath-heavy,
distant
percussion)
Stanley...
this
is
for
the
history.
We
remember
the
foundation.
A
visit
from
the
village,
a
knock
upon
the
door
My
mother’
s
sister
standing
there,
pacing
on
the
floor
She
said, "
I'm
only
staying
for
a
little
while,
you
see"
A
quiet
guest
inside
the
home
that
was
meant
for
you
and
me
Then
the
shadows
gathered
heavy,
in
the
winter
of
eighty-seven
My
daddy
lost
his
life
that
day,
he
climbed
up
into
heaven
I
was
only
eight
years
old,
the
world
began
to
shake
The
house
went
silent
overnight,
a
heart
beginning
to
break
From
owners
to
dependents,
in
the
halls
he
built
with
pride
From
the
masters
of
the
living
room,
to
ghosts
left
deep
inside
We
went
from
holding
titles,
to
asking
for
a
seat
Watching
strangers
take
the
throne,
while
we
faced
the
cold
retreat
From
owners
to
dependents,
losing
everything
we
knew
Stanley,
can
you
hear
the
echoes?
Of
the
life
that
once
was
true
The
funeral
was
over,
the
earth
was
turned
to
stone
But
she
didn't
pack
her
bags,
she
didn't
leave
us
on
our
own
She
claimed
the
space
he
paid
for,
she
made
the
walls
her
own
And
while
our
tears
were
falling,
new
seeds
of
grief
were
sown
She
met
a
man
right
there
at
home,
a
wedding
in
the
yard
Replacing
daddy's
memory,
pushing
us
so
very
hard
New
rules
were
written
on
the
wall,
in
ink
that
felt
like
lead
We
were
orphans
in
our
own
house,
living
on
a
thread
From
owners
to
dependents,
in
the
halls
he
built
with
pride
From
the
masters
of
the
living
room,
to
ghosts
left
deep
inside
We
went
from
holding
titles,
to
asking
for
a
seat
Watching
strangers
take
the
throne,
while
we
faced
the
cold
retreat
From
owners
to
dependents,
losing
everything
we
knew
Stanley,
can
you
hear
the
echoes?
Of
the
life
that
once
was
true
We
asked
to
cook,
we
asked
to
sleep
We
asked
for
grace,
but
the
secrets
run
so
deep
We
were
tenants
in
our
inheritance,
pushed
to
the
side
With
nowhere
left
to
run,
and
nowhere
left
to
hide
It’
s
a
story
told
in
whispers,
in
the
corners
of
the
night
How
we
lost
the
roof
above
us,
how
we
lost
the
guiding
light
It’
s
for
you,
my
brother
Stanley,
may
the
truth
finally
be
clear
That
house
was
built
on
love,
but
it
vanished
with
the
fear
We
remember
every
room,
we
remember
every
sound
Before
the
weight
of
new
owners
pushed
us
to
the
ground
From
owners
to
dependents,
in
the
halls
he
built
with
pride
From
the
masters
of
the
living
room,
to
ghosts
left
deep
inside
We
went
from
holding
titles,
to
asking
for
a
seat
Watching
strangers
take
the
throne,
while
we
faced
the
cold
retreat
From
owners
to
dependents,
losing
everything
we
knew
Stanley,
can
you
hear
the
echoes?
Of
the
life
that
once
was
true
We
were
owners
once,
Stanley.
Before
the
visit
became
a
siege.
Before
the
silence
grew
into
a
cage.
We
remember.
We
remember. (
Fade
out
with
soft
pads)