Comes With The Fall I - A Prologue (opening credits)

Stumble smiling down the sidewalk
Beneath a blanket of icy October stars
Torn jeans, scraped knee from falling in fall
Ochre leaves tangled in matted hair
Shivering, teeth chattering like morning finches
Although the cockles of your heart
Lie warmed from the whiskey shots
A swift kick to the peeling paint on the picket gate
Then down the cobblestone path
Fumbling for the duplicate door key
Ascend the stairs, a slow dance with the safety rail
Finally collapsing in a sorry pile
On the crumpled bedsheets
The room is spinning, a dizzy carousel
Dotted lights dance and burst
The room keeps spinning
And the fall begins...