Listening. There has to be a third song.
There needs to be one more song to complete this. A trilogy, if you will.
Just accept what they give you and enjoy it.
I can't. They're like drug dealers and this is crack.
Nice analogy, Princess.
That's the only way I can describe what some songs do to me, Jake.
You want to know what I'm going to do to you right now? He reaches over and pulls my shirt up over my head, careful not to snag my hair as it cascades through my collar. I'm not going to listen to bitter songs with you, if that's what you were hoping for, Pigalet.
They did indeed put out a third song, finishing the set, almost a year after Jacob flew. I wonder if he's heard it yet?
How can I be lost?
In remembrance I relive
And how can I blame you
When it's me I can't forgive?
These days drift on inside a fog
It's thick and suffocating
This seeking life, outside it's hell
He's run aground like his life
Water much too shallow
Slipping fast, down with the ship
Fading in the shadows