13 In Our Bedroom After The War
Gundam Wing
Wake up! Say good morning to that sleepy person lying next to you
If there's no one there, then there's no one there, but at least the war is over
It's us - yes, we're back again, here to see you through, 'til the days end
And if the night comes, and the night will come, well at least the war is over
Lift your head and look out the window
Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go
Listen! The birds sing! Listen! The bells ring!
All the living are dead, and the dead are all living
The war is over and we are beginning...
Gridlock on the parkway now, the television man is here to show you how
The channel fades to snow, it's off to work you go, but at least the war is over
She's gone, she left before you woke, as you ate last night, neither of you spoke
Dishes, tv, bed the darkness filled with dread, but at least the war is over
Lift your head and look out the window
Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go
Listen! The birds sing! Listen! The bells ring!
All the living are dead, and the dead are all living
The war is over and we are beginning...
We won, or we think we did, when you went away, you were just a kid
And if you lost it all, and you lost it, we will still be there when the war is over
Lift your head and look out the window
Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go
Listen! The birds sing! Listen! The bells ring!
All the living are dead, and the dead are all living
The war is over and we are beginning...
Here it comes! Here comes the first day! Here it comes! Here comes the first day!
It starts up in our bedroom after the war
After the war! After the war...
Sometimes Duo looks out of the window at the sky, at the birds, the trees or maybe the stars. Sometimes, he just sits and does nothing apart form look and think and let time wash over him.
In the morning he wakes up alone, and that's okay. He finds it hard to figure out what to do with his life, what to make of the peace, of the world without bombs and guns and death and constant adrenaline.
Sometimes, Quatre comes to see him and they talk easily of old times, of their new lives and drink tea. It is like being underwater, but Duo doesn't mind. Nothing is intolerable, he thinks, and nothing is terrible or fearful. Things are boring, maybe, endless days stretch ahead of him with nothing to fill them but loneliness and listlessness. But he keeps the darkness in one corner of his mind, the brilliance and the light and the madness of his childhood years in another, and lets silence and numbness flood everything else.
He is quite tired most of the time, he sleeps sixteen hours a day, watches TV or gazes out of the window. When Wufei comes to see him, one last time, he hardly recognises the vacant, sleepy look in his eyes and the drifting lilt of his voice. It is like talking to an automaton, a dead person in living form.
"What happened to you, Duo?" he asks, his voice hardly containing the distress and hurt that comes from long days and weeks and years of longing only to be disappointed.
"I don't know," Duo replies, his eyes are soft and sad and lost. "But at least the war is over."