Halloween

How did we get here? How the hell, Pan left, close on the steeple of the church How did I get here? How the hell, Christmas, Christmas Eve, last year How could a night so frozen Be so scalding hot? How can a morning this mild Be so raw? Why are entire years strewn On the cutting room floor of memories? When single frames from one magic night Forever flicker in close-up on the 3-D Imax of my mind That's poetic, that's pathetic Why did Mimi knock on Roger's door And Collins choose that phone booth Back where Angel set up his drums? Why did Maureen's equipment break down? Why am I the witness? And when I capture it on film Will it mean that it's the end and I'm alone?