Understanding the image inside a memory visions become tarnished. Discovering the picture in the darkness of dust. This story takes place in the mind as the photo I stole of you begins to fade. Broken by the dream the spirit torn apart. Remembering that old letter you sent that is now frozen While you are gone, your silhouette dances in the drops of rain as they slowly melt into ice It can only happen when it is cold like this, the moon is out and it is dark.