Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,
It was love from above, like it saved me from hell,
She had fire in her soul it was easy to see,
And the devil himself could be pulled out of me.
There were drums in the air as she started to dance,
Every soul in the room keeping time with there hands,
And we sang...
I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to dissapear entirely. That is a rare gift.
Life doesn't always turn out the way you plan. But Jack, Jack gave me the perfect gift: a stamp in my passport. He took me to Florence for our honeymoon. l guess you might say he gave me the world. Peter once asked me when it was that l fell in love with Jack, and l told him: "lt was while you were sleeping".
Oh, Harold, use your awesome might. Save me from this hopeless plight.
A gift, a curse
They track and hurt.
Say can you dream
Or nightmares seems?
A million voices,
Silent dreams
My hope is left
So incomplete.
— You know, our mother went this way — spirits and ghosts, tablets, fucking... fucking seances scaring us kids halfway to fucking death.
— Yeah, well, I'm not going that way. Cos on the smoke, I realised something. I'm just like you now, you and Arthur. I was dead in that noose, and then I was saved. So everything from now on is extra. But what I didn't understand until today... is when you're dead already... You're free.