Concept Residue - Waltz of the White (Intro) lyrics

[Narrator: Chris Evans] As light flakes of snow waltz with the weak wind that winds between the tall buildings in the city of Syracuse, a grey '73 Cadillac Coupe de Ville pulls into a desolate strip mall parking lot. A sedan sits dormant on the left side of the empty lot, its black hood layered with a dusting of the falling precipitation. Surrounded by towering construction on all sides, the strip mall and its vacant lot appear sheltered yet muffled. The wind is hushed by the surrounding walls of steel and plaster, deepening the stillness that cloaks the lot. Upon the cessation of the Cadillac's humming motor, the absence of sound is deafening, only to be broken by the creaking of the vehicle's door as it swings open. A lone figure steps out, cloaked in heavy wool pea coat. A bowler hat tilts forward on its head, sheltering his eyes from the flickering light post ahead. He turns to slide his key into the car door, turning it until an audible click sounds. Carefully placing the key in his chest pocket with a gloved hand, he turns back to the light post. With soundless strides, he walks in the direction of the post, only to purposefully sidestep it. The slick pavement ahead of him is tinted red, reflecting a flickering neon sign. The garish source of colored light lies behind a gla** window, displaying the words, “Todd's Place”. This is the place