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.

Instrumental

Fun with live looping and a ring modulator. E minor open tuning improv.

Used Michelangelo's percussion track.