The snow is falling so gently outside, the sound is so deafening, the last time I saw of you, were in my dreams, I was unable to wake up, even though everything was screaming, not a single thing out of place, everything as it was, or so it seemed, even the time and place before I fell asleep. the only thing that changed is who I was and where you were, inside of my head, am I alone or deranged? Now there's no sound, nobody weep, asleep at the wheels, take the next exit and keep on dreaming.