I wish I was mad Fucked up and done I wish I was bad And completely wrong
It was the first time in over a year that he had laid eyes on her, her hair was different, sheared almost completely, a blue fuzz adorning her head, her eyes the same shade, manic but not.
I wish I was made Rebuilt-up and fake I wish I could lie And never could fail
Her words were beautiful, lyrical and painful all at once. Her apology unnecessary, the smile that lit her face at his reply nearly struck the breathe out of him.
And live some beautiful days In a magical place Beautiful loves Perfect and straight Beautiful days In a magical place A new dream is born The new freaks have come
Introductions and he smiles, happy that she doesn't remember him, doesn't remember what Horus had forced him to do, what he'd enjoyed even though it had been a vile act.
I wish I was fast And crazy as a dog I wish I could last As long as the gods
He hears her speak, her French is immaculate and perfect, just like herself, just like her son.
I wish I could be Perfectly free Wish I was a creep Wish I made you bleed
He recites the next verses in English, his rough tones complementing her airy ones and their eyes meet again, his blue on hers and he stares, lost in the crystal depths.
And live some beautiful days In a magical place Beautiful loves Perfect and straight Beautiful days In a magical place A new dream is born The new freaks have come Beautiful days In a magical place Beautiful loves Perfect and straight
He sits next to her, feels her gaze upon him and wonders, not daring to name it as hope, if they can start over anew, just him, just her, just perfection.
Beautiful days