[Dedicated to the memory of Nick Traina]
i can still hear our music, sound of one hundred screaming silver tongued and simon-pure half complete without you here thick as thieves miles worth more than memories the curtain is coming down in yesterdays we drown i know you'll never leave i've lost faith in everything i hold our memories dear AND I MISS YOU! a sunrise in Hollywood the sun set in september it forgot to rise the next day let your light, light our way