It's quiet now. I'm standing down...falling. I've stood in this place time and time again. And yet here I am now. She said "You're falling behind. Alive. Dead." I've fallen behind. A precious thing, I'm discarding...falling. I've looked in your eyes time and time again. And yet here I am now. It's all there, a back and white picture lost in translation. Cold and bare, neon-green boots, a busy train station. And now....