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.
I 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 memory as single frames
Of one magic night forever flicker in close up on the 3-D Imax of my mind.
Thats poetic- thats 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 equiptment break down?
Why am I the witness and when I capture it
On film does it mean that its the end and I'm alone.
Various Artists - Halloween Lyrics
Various Artists - Halloween Lyrics
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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.
I 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 memory as single frames
Of one magic night forever flicker in close up on the 3-D Imax of my mind.
Thats poetic- thats 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 equiptment break down?
Why am I the witness and when I capture it
On film does it mean that its the end and I'm alone.
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.
I 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 memory as single frames
Of one magic night forever flicker in close up on the 3-D Imax of my mind.
Thats poetic- thats 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 equiptment break down?
Why am I the witness and when I capture it
On film does it mean that its the end and I'm alone.
Writer: MATTHEW MORRIS POND
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC