Outside and alone at night, Camel Turkish Royal, and it was fall again. Cold, just like the words I heard, lost in the currents, fountains forever dormant, stars so far away. These things, they make it fall again. Oh it was fall again. With every step, the air would pause, in broken memory. Blackest stars, the blackest stars, losing to eternity. It's how it feels to fall again, when it was fall again.