How can I smile while the vampires sing? I must confess – sometimes I live up in a tree blessed by a ghost with an open arm and a steady hand for redemption. I forget that winter comes with a deadline and then she’s gone. Cold air cage opened up, resurrected dark angels. And the conversation gets placed once again, underneath my brain and up in front of my mouth. Technology, well, she takes a walk and she’s so proud. The catalysts include a microphone and a highway of wires, misused and taken for granted. How can I smile while the vampires sing? I must confess – sometimes I live and dream. Blessed by a ghost with an open arm and a steady hand for redemption.