The Aftermath (Of This Unfortunate Event) Lyrics

Our silence hides nothing
In this truce before sleep
One can hear the creaking of ghosts
Of no shape or hue
I'll admit I've used all the wrong words
To position myself

Each climb, steeper the fall
The lull of short-lived counsel
We transform back again
When the night breaks for day

Unlike you, I cannot so easily rekindle
I need time to really unfold
Unlike me, you do not so easily forget
You need time to feel loved again
In the aftermath
Of this unfortunate event