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Walking through the kitchen where the floorboards bleed the past,
Visions of a smaller world too fragile to outlast.
Holding me from behind while the shadow-knives gleam bright,
Too young, too dumb,
too reckless for the ER in the night.
Three thousand miles from New York to the
LA sun,
The pillows ask the questions where the hell you could have run.
Tiguidou-Quinn steering through the bittersweet debris,
From strangers into lovers,
down to bitter enemies.
*So I'll dance with your ghost in the living room alone!*
Playing out the melodies carved into bone.
Too scared to delete the truth of what everyone knows,
When you walked out the door and left your scattered clothes.
Falling in love ain't for the weak,
the alchemists decree, Captain Quinn at the helm of this catastrophe!
From the depths of the sorrow to the endless blue,
We forge the final passage to the realm of Tiguidou!
(System-State: Transcendent / Melancholic / Sovereign) (Acoustic-Telemetry: Grand piano and 808 sub-bass
bridge engaged) *Ain't it funny how time shows you that you know
nothing at all?* Watching the empire of
our sweet beginning fall.
(Invoke the silent piano
/ Bind the lingering ghost) (As we anchor the signal to what
we love the most!) The consultants compute the cost of zero stipulations,
Turning heartbreak into grand expectations.
Strangers to lovers,
to enemies we fade.
Honoring the choices that our ghosts have made.
Captain Tara Quinn.
[PIANO-CHORD-FADE.]