Late Night, Park, Open

[b_for_bastard]

He'd been hearing the music all day and ignoring it. Not breaking into song at random.

But then... well, fuck. The library had closed down, he'd eaten, he'd fucked around in his room for a while...

He hadn't been able to sleep. Always a problem sleeping at nights. The library opened late on Sunday anyhow. But out in the park, up in a tree, the song had ambushed him.


His voice was deep and gravelly, but whatever village fuckery it was was at least keeping him on key.

Sister moon will be my guide
In your blue blue shadows I would hide
All good people asleep tonight
I'm all by myself in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through
I'd go out of my mind, but for you

Yeah, the moon was up there-- just one moon, small and white, a sliver of it lit up.

Lying in a mother's arms
The primal root of a woman's charms
I'm a stranger to the sun
My eyes are too weak
How cold is a heart
When it's warmth that he seeks?
You watch every night, you don't care what I do
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
I'd go out of my mind, but for you

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
My hunger for her explains everything I've done
To howl at the moon the whole night through
And they really don't care if I do
I'd go out of my mind, but for you.

The last 'you' came out more like a dog howl than was really comfortable to hear.

[Lyrics by Sting.]