the hole where we stood

A story you're told about once every year,

Details increase as you're judged old enough.

Then one year it stops, the story as sparse as it can be,

Everybody knows, there’s no more to learn.

But some years you pick up new details and facts.

How eighteen people made it out who were above the southern crash,

How people around the world died because of the four impacts.

You can only sit there and realize with horror,

that it was seventy-three minutes,

which caused the deaths of millions and might just destroy the world.