Felt Your Presence AT Night,
Flew Away Like Dust;
Letters Were Burnt, Which Seemed Strange;
Your Voice I can\'t Hear,
There\'s A Knock on the Door;
A Rope Hanging on the Fan;
Felt Your Presence AT Night
Music Saves From the Chaos;
The Rope Got Tight;
The Presence Dwindled
Clouds Cried, but not for us.