JACK. What's this? What's this?. There's color everywhere. What's this?. There's white things in the air. What's this?. I can't believe my eyes. I must be dreaming. Wake up, Jack, this isn't f
And you know it's time to go. Through the sleet and driving snow. Across the fields of mourning. Light in the distance. . And you hunger for the time. Time to heal, desire, time. And your earth