Un songfico más! Estoy muy contento! Okay, enough damned Spanish. I hate Spanish, why am I speaking it?
I really love this song, and so I pretty much adore anything to do with it. With all modesty, of course. Well, anyways, hope you like it. I do !
Disclaimer: The Killers have created a masterpiece, and I have expanded upon it.
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
Rose Tyler. That's me. Ordinary, boring Rose Tyler. I work at a place called Torchwood Institute; I can't tell you much else, it's top secret. Anyway, about a year ago, I worked in a clothes shop on a busy corner. That was my life for so long.
You play forgiveness
I knew that nothing would ever change if I didn't make it, but I still sat around. I tried to forgive myself, tried to tell myself that everything would turn out all right someday. But it was a lie. I knew that. Forget me; nothing would ever get me up off my lazy arse except a man, and that man was most definitely NOT Mickey Smith.
Watch him now, here he comes
He did come along eventually. Oh, yes. That strange, mysterious, disarming man I just followed without bothering to think about it. Why would I?
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
I trusted him immediately. He was so polite, so charming and witty. My dreams as a tiny girl had manifested into…this. I didn't care that he happened to have been accompanied by some random, terrifying animated plastic mannequins, I never paused to wonder, "Hey, why does this guy even HAVE a time machine?": I just hopped right in. And it was amazing.
Can we climb this mountain, I don't know
Higher now than ever before, I
Know we can make it if we take it slow
That's thinking easy, easy now, watch it go
The adventures…the places….the times…all of it was so magical. Superlative were the sights he showed me. Everywhere was as far from a nice holiday to Ireland as you can get; each trip some strange and serious threat turned up. It always frightened the hell out of me, but I soon learned that the Doctor could solve anything. If he took his time and thought it through, and sometimes not, we would make it out okay.
We're burning down the highway skyline on the
Back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young
And always, he would keep going. Keep whirling around in an endless cycle of passion. It all started back home, on that day when I took his hand. He offered me the universe, and, of course, I accepted. I grew up so quickly riding with him. Maturity comes naturally with risk.
And sometimes you close your eyes
And see the place where you used to live
When you were young
When I was with him, I had to stop and think about what my home looked like. It was so strange; I just couldn't automatically call it to mind. The TARDIS came easily, but not Mum's tiny little flat in the suburbs. I know it all too well now, but then…no.
They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once and a little while
Mum always called him evil and lecherous behind both our backs; I overheard one of her phone messages a few days after I was trapped. Apparently she thought he was Satan's human incarnation. I laughed hysterically at this, as I knew for absolute sure that he wasn't, but still. I can't believe she would think that. She said, over the phone, that she thought I should have waited a bit before committing to life with him. Should have found out more about him, found out the devil beneath the mask. I laughed and laughed at this, but realized that he had been my Lucifer in the end. Eventually, he ended up taking my soul with him.
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch him now, here he comes
Those days… I miss them beyond belief. Not the stars, or the escapades. Him, of course. I'm still waiting for him, waiting for him to come flying back to me.
Because I know he will.
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He was my savior.
But he talks like a gentleman
My true Prince Charming.
Like you imagined when you were young
Just like my five year-old brain depicted, nix the time traveling.
Talks like a gentleman, like you imagine
When you were young
Doctor…my lovely, lonely Doctor…
I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
Are you thinking of me now?
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
Because I am. Always.
But more than you'll ever know
Because I love you.
Always.
Yay for AngstyRose! I still think AngstyDoctor is better, but she's pretty good, too. Well, what are you waiting for? Press the button! Yes, THAT button, there. Below…yess…just there! Now…PRESS IT.
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