it's actually based on a dream i had and it's been a long, long time since i've written something about a dream i had. A PHOTOGRAPH OF YOU AND I? left all your things at the foot of the stairs; this isn't home, but it's close enough. there's an old, dirty mattress upon a black, rusted frame ... well, it could be worse (couldn't it?) and, now, you're all alone, hearing angels sing ... no-one knows where you are ... look; the fires have reached the stairs; getting closer ... and closer ... if this is the end, it's gonna take a little time. but you won't be around to find out, will you? 'cause nothing - no-one comes to mind as your world burns down around you. it's just you now, just you. still, you'll never know how it ends.