[male
vocals] (
Sustained
synth
pads
slowly
swelling) (
Soft,
reverb-drenched
piano
melody)
Yeah.
For
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Chanda.
We
remember
you
today.
The
house
is
quiet,
the
hallways
feel
so
wide
Searching
for
the
comfort
that
you
kept
inside
Mr.
Chanda,
your
strength
was
like
a
mountain
tall
Mrs.
Chanda,
you
caught
us
every
time
we’
d
fall
But
now
the
rooms
are
empty,
the
portraits
start
to
fade
We’
re
walking
through
the
shadows
of
the
path
you
laid
They
told
us
to
be
strong,
they
told
us
we’
d
be
fine
But
without
your
guiding
hands,
we’
re
left
to
walk
the
line
Oh,
the
vacuum
in
the
center
of
our
lives
A
pain
that
cuts
us
deeper
than
the
sharpest
knives
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Chanda,
we’
re
calling
out
your
names
Trying
to
fan
the
embers
of
your
dying
flames
You
were
the
foundation,
the
roof
above
our
heads
Now
we’
re
left
with
memories
and
cold
and
lonely
beds
We
look
around
at
faces
that
we
thought
we
knew
When
the
storms
came
rolling,
they
all
withdrew
from
view
Our
own
blood
turned
their
backs
when
the
tide
got
high
Left
us
in
the
tempest
beneath
a
darkened
sky
We
hold
onto
the
lessons,
the
wisdom
that
you
gave
Even
when
the
world
acts
like
we’
re
meant
to
be
a
slave
To
this
loneliness,
this
biting
bitter
cold
Missing
all
the
stories
that
you
never
got
to
hold
Oh,
the
vacuum
in
the
center
of
our
lives
A
pain
that
cuts
us
deeper
than
the
sharpest
knives
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Chanda,
we’
re
calling
out
your
names
Trying
to
fan
the
embers
of
your
dying
flames
You
were
the
foundation,
the
roof
above
our
heads
Now
we’
re
left
with
memories
and
cold
and
lonely
beds
Can
you
hear
us
talking
when
the
midnight
comes
around?
Is
there
any
comfort
in
the
silence
that
we’
ve
found?
We’
re
standing
on
our
own,
but
the
weight
is
hard
to
bear
Reaching
out
for
someone
who
is
no
longer
there
We’
ll
build
a
legacy,
we’
ll
carry
on
your
pride
Even
with
the
heartache
that
we’
re
keeping
locked
inside
We
are
the
Chanda
children,
we’
re
standing
in
the
light
You’
re
the
stars
above
us
in
the
middle
of
the
night
Rest
in
perfect
peace,
watch
over
us
below
We’
ll
keep
your
love
burning
everywhere
we
go
Oh,
the
vacuum
in
the
center
of
our
lives
A
pain
that
cuts
us
deeper
than
the
sharpest
knives
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Chanda,
we’
re
calling
out
your
names
Trying
to
fan
the
embers
of
your
dying
flames
You
were
the
foundation,
the
roof
above
our
heads
Now
we’
re
left
with
memories
and
cold
and
lonely
beds
We
miss
you
so
much.
Mr.
Chanda.
Mrs.
Chanda.
Rest
easy
now. (
Fade
to
silence)