Mark:nnHow did we get here?nHow the Hell-?nPan left, nClose on the steeple of the churchnHow did I get here?nHow the Hell?nChristmas, Christmas Eve, last yearnHow could a night so frozen, be so scolding hot?nHow could a morning this mild, be so raw?nWhy are entire years strewn on the cutting room floor of memory?nWhen single frames of one magic night forever flicker in close-up on the 3-D I-MAX of my mind?nThat's poetic- nThat's patheticnWhy did Mimi knock on Roger's door?nAnd Collins choose that phone booth back where Angel set up his drums?nWhy did Maureen's equipment break down?nWhy am I the witness?nAnd when I capture it on film, will it mean that it's the end?nAnd I'm alone?