Dark Matter

Something dark, something dense
Rushed its way in, into our home
Into our home, our home

These are good people, these are good

When the youngest flat on her back
Fascinated by the infinite, finally goes
Finally goes, go

Thought of you when we took all her things
Off of the shelves
Neat into piles to take away
Out into cars, out of the house
And how the floodlights came and went
How the floodlights came and went
As we went in, as we went out

How we come in, how we come out
How we are with, how we’re without
How we both loved, how we don’t now
How we come in, how we come out