Fix You - Cold Play
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
He couldn't sleep. He hadn't slept for days. Not since it happened. His bed was cold. So very, very cold. He rolled over, attempting to cocoon himself in the sheets and, slamming his head into his pillow, he waited impatiently for sleep to come. But sleep did not, would not, and could not come. He sighed heavily and rolled onto his back.
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
And for the countless time that week, he let the tears trickle from his eyes. His youngest daughter... And she was so young. So beautiful. Her whole life ahead of her...
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Cora had barely spoken to him since...since it had happened. He didn't blame her for it. He hated himself for not listening to her, hated himself more than anyone else could ever dream of doing. But he needed her. He hadn't seen her cry. Not since it happened. She was always so calm, so composed. He was worried. Very worried. She had shut him out completely. Estranged herself from him. And it was slowly killing him.
And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
With another sigh, he dragged himself from his bed, drying his eyes on the edge of one of his sheets in a most undignified fashion as he did so. He padded bare foot across his carpeted floor and stopped just short of the door which adjoined his bedroom to his wife's. To his Cora. He pushed his ear up against the door and held his breath. Silence. He knocked gently and pushed the door slowly open.
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
"Cora? Cora darling, are you awake?" he whispered into the inky blackness of her bedroom.
No reply. No answer. No sound at all. Slowly, he inched his way into her bedroom, careful not to make a sound to disturb his sleeping wife. He reached his side of the bed and pulled back the thick covers as gently as possible. Steadying his nervous breath, he paused momentarily; still no sound. As carefully as he could, Robert slid himself into her bed. He laid under the covers, unsure how best to proceed, before inching his hand closer to her.
Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I
"Of course I'm awake, Robert." Came her steady voice from the dark abyss next to him. He closed his eyes momentarily as her weight shifted on the bed; his hand still reaching for hers. She'd rolled over to face him.
"Cora...I...I..." he stuttered, falling silent as her hand found his and she drew it to her cheek.
"Don't speak. There's nothing left to say."
He smiled slightly at her in the darkness, caressing her tear stained cheek with his thumb.
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I
Gently, he drew his wife closer to him, until she was nestled against his chest. Where she should be. Where he should be. He said nothing; for she was right, there was nothing left to say. He just held her tightly to him as her body convulsed to the violent sobbing she'd been suppressing for days. Holding one another close, they sobbed together. Sobbed for the loss of their daughter. Their baby girl. Their darling little Sybil.
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
