Another song by the Killers: When You Were Young. Sometimes I wonder if I based the books off them. Sarah being religious, she fit perfectly to this song.

Sarah lays on her porch, crying over her latest boy failure, Dave. She cried harder. He didn't want the person, just the beautiful creature hanging off his arm, clinging to his every word. She was such a fool.

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now ... here he comes!

A bird descends from the sky and perches in a tree nearby.

(I'm so sorry Sarah, he wasn't worth your time.)

She plays with the cross hanging around her neck. The words "Thou Shalt Not Kill" echo in her head.

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young

Amongst this war, how was she expected to keep a boyfriend? Life would be so much easier. There was almost no chance they could win anyway, might as well enjoy life while we had it.

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
Let's take it easy
Easy now, watch it go

Taken from her, her best friend. Her grades had dropped. She had become a violent, cruel person. Killing mercilessly in battle. They were too strong to be stopped, and she knew it.

We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young

(Sarah, some guys are like that, not all of them though. Don't give up on us.)

"Nobody wants me, look at the person I've become. If they knew the true me, they'd hate me!"

She remembered the old times, when she was an innocent person. When her and Jennifer would talk and play.

And sometimes you close your eyes
and see the place where you used to live
When you were young

At every party, she drowns herself in alcohol. It lifts the pain away. Getting more and more drunk as time passes. Alone. She's nothing but eye candy, and her eyes fill up with tears.

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 in a little while

She sobs harder, Magic looks at her with sympathy, but it doesn't show on his face.

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now here he comes

The bird ruffles its wings and flies over to land on her shoulder, resuming its real form and rubbing its head against her silky red hair.

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
(He talks like a gentlemen, like you imagined when)
When you were young

She continues to cry, refusing to acknowledge Magic's comforting words.

"Nobody would even look twice if they knew what I've done!"

I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know

(I do,) he says softly, and flies off.