Vibrations in lilac across a silver face. That's the image of you that I conjure and brew in my cauldron. I waste no imagination; It's Lilac. Silver and vibration. Back to the time when we were new and untouched by the black brew that I stir in my mind when I think of you. But now, when I think of it... The world's boiling over. and I don't know what to do.