Stroom

If there was a room

that everyone who's lost someone could go to

could it bring some order to an all encompassing

Storm they're gone

they're never coming back

stay as long as it takes you to breathe the black

and there's magazines

and theres books

and there's teabags

and everyone you really love is there

but no-one says a word

and no-one looks at you

and everyones just there

And there's a stack of home videos in the corner

next to a pile of photos that's already been sorted

But you don't have to look

You can burn them if you like

But in a few you'd see yourself

and your smile

You're in the storm they're gone

they're never coming back

Stay as long as it takes you to breathe the black