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Halloween - Studio Musicians

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