Contains language. This, or at least the second part of it, was originally going to form part of a comedy opera I would never have finished in a million years. Couldn't resist putting it on here. I don't normally write out my lyrics, but…

White walls, bare wooden floors.

Instrumental

Memories flash, past my eyes I'm seeing, only illusions, trickling back in time.

...all one and the same.

Three weeks in the snow.

Everything is falling out of reach.

My once frozen heart now only running cold.

Instrumental

Words and deeds all turn to smoke.