Beautiful painting, you are...
What can I say...?
You breathed...
We laughed...
I ceased...

Were we...
Troubled minds...
I thought those were...
Stars, figments of what...?
Are those dirts we're staring at...?

Dreaming again, aren't we...?
Elusive words, shifty sights...
Again, they happen joyfully...
Dead as we are, alive we'll be.