Jun 30, 2005 10:27
Oh sing, sing, sing for the dying of the day. Sing for the flames that will rip through here and the smoke that will carry us away. and sing for the damage we've done and the worst things that we'll do. Open your mouth up and sing for me now, and I will sing for you.
Oh, Darndarn. If only you'd sing for me forever, I could be truly happy.