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