I never dreamed, I'd never dream. I've dug up all the things I buried and now they're strangling me. I didn't get to tell you. You're still vivid, still enchanting, but just a memory . . . and memories die with dreams.

Underneath a sober moon. How I wish my wishes could bring you back.

Searching for guidance, but that guidance evades me. All I see is black uncertainty.

Revived revival.