If I can get through tonight,It must be hard to be a man. Especially one in my life.
I'm waking up with my wings.
There's no way I can sleep my way through a fight,
And I think I'm gonna like what tomorrow brings.
Look at my eyes,
Don't even know who I am.
That's how I spend all my worthless time on the floor,
Waiting for you to tell me I'm a man.
But you and your face of light.
It's a brilliant roman candle that separates the day from the night.
It's that clean, clear truth that sorts our the wrong from the right.
You and your face of light
Here, take this.
What is it?
It's my heart. Can't you tell? Maybe if you rinsed it off it would be more evident.
I'm honored.
Don't be. My hands are full. Thanks for helping out.
(Much later)
Hey. So. I'm going to need that back.
I thought it was mine?
No, remember? I asked if you could hold it. I can't put it down on the ground. Last time I did that it got rocks and sand embedded in the surface and it doesn't work right anymore.
Oh.
But don't worry. You can have it again soon. You did a really good job taking care of it.
But Bridget-
Shhhhh. I know. This is hard, isn't it?