Imagine you were in a picture gray Drifting into space within a songWith no words to leave a sirenAnd no sound to match a drum A choir lost to sing Tunes that fade to whiteIn frames passingLost in time Going Gone

June is where the chill must endJuly brings on the fireAugust hints of love to bendSeptember feeds desireOctober haunts the lonely soulsNovember feeds the beastDecember gives to hearts of oldJanuary forgets the leastFebruary stings the broken heartMarch springs eternal...