MARK

How did we get here?

How the hell. . .

Pan left - close on the steeple of the church

How did I get here?

How the hell. . .

Christmas

Christmas Eve - last year

How could a night so frozen

Be so scolding hot?

How can a morning this mild

Be so raw?

Why are entire years strewn

On the cutting room floor of memory

When single frames from one magic night

Forever flicker in close-up

On the 3D Imax of my mind

That's poetic

That's pathetic

Why did Mimi knock on Roger's door

And Collins choose that phone booth

Back where Angel set up his drums

Why did Maureen's equipment break down

Why am I the witness

And when I capture it on film

Will it mean that it's the end

And I'm alone