ASK AND YE SHALL RECIEVE?
[Something feels.. off.]
[And this is not the Academy.]
[Yup, here I go, jumping on the Regression train. Meet Koschei, aka The Master as a kid. Well, let's be fair, he's still probably older than most of you, even if he looks seventeen. That's Timelords for you. Deceptive even in appearance.]
[Any way, he's in the Library, lamenting his loneliness. He might not know exactly where he is... but he knows he's alone. Theta is gone... why does that make him want to sing?}
You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident
On the back of a motor bike
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside.
And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men
Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
[Cue the tears.]
[And this is not the Academy.]
[Yup, here I go, jumping on the Regression train. Meet Koschei, aka The Master as a kid. Well, let's be fair, he's still probably older than most of you, even if he looks seventeen. That's Timelords for you. Deceptive even in appearance.]
[Any way, he's in the Library, lamenting his loneliness. He might not know exactly where he is... but he knows he's alone. Theta is gone... why does that make him want to sing?}
You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident
On the back of a motor bike
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside.
And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men
Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
[Cue the tears.]