AN: Growly's lyric wheel submission! The inspiration for this story is from Mazzy Star's "Blue Light." In retrospect, I have to say the most influential idea from the lyrics comes down to how people always let things they love escape them when they should chase them down. That's my interpretation. One shot ZADR, please R&R!

Blue Light

by flying metal child

"This place has the best pizza."

Gaz's stomach growled as she swallowed a thick hot slice of pure cheese pizza, gooey and steaming, relishing it as it slid down her throat and into her empty gut. Dib barely acknowledged her as he tore into his own slice, having skipped breakfast and lunch due to midterm exams and late night crams. Not that he was doing any of it. Unfortunately for Dib his dorm roommate was a diligent student slash party boy and the two made a noisy combination. Said stupid roommate was moving out of the dorm and taking all of his uber-jock posters and smelly shoes encrusted with fungus far, far away from Dib's old childhood knick-knacks. There was his UFO poster and the little alien bobble head car thing that Bill, the really crappy paranormal investigator, gave him at his high school graduation. The rest of his stuff, his past, was still locked up in his old room at the Membrane house where the Professor resided on a very minimal basis.

Another semester, and hopefully a better roommate...

His room at home was like a museum.

This place does have the best pizza.

Gaz lit up a cigarette and sucked in an unhealthy mix of air and smoke.

"I wish you wouldn't smoke Gaz." He looked around to see other people smoking where they were—outside at a little pizzeria/cafe like restaurant sitting under the spring sun and feeling a cool breeze that wafted a good dose of smoke up your nose.

Gaz grinned wickedly. "But it makes me feel so grown up."

"You are grown up. You're twenty." She shrugged and ignored his well-intended advice.

"I guess you'll be done with college early. What are you gonna do after?"

"Take a job with dad I guess and then maybe get my doctoral."

"You guess? Dib when did get so indecisive?" She chuckled and went for another slice while knocking the ashes from her cigarette at the same time.

"I'm not indecisive. You're the one who still hasn't decided where to go to school—come on, Gaz, it's been two years!"

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing." She paused to swallow her food and to maneuver her thoughts into dangerous territory. After all, she lived the next city over and missed all the "exciting" things that happened to her older brother, but every so often they would meet at this restaurant to catch up and play nice. Play nice and stir up Dib's fragile feelings.

"So..." Dib groaned at her Cheshire face and tone of voice. "What's up with Zim?"

"Feh. I don't know. I haven't seen him in months."

"Lie."

"I'm not lying, seriously I haven't, and what's the big deal with him anyway? You always ask."

"'Cause I know you're still hung up about him. That's the most important relationship you'll ever be in."

"You make it seem like we dated."

"But it's true. When will you move on Dib?" Now her voice was taking on a concerned air. She discarded her cigarette and the crust of her pizza to lean on the table and look him straight in the eye, right past the glasses and into his soul.

"I know you think it's over Dib, but...when Zim told you about what happened with his empire or whatever the fuck that was, I just...we were all afraid for you, not Zim. I know he was messed up for awhile, but he settled down and moved on, but God Dib, you're still chasing fantasies."

"I'm not—"

"Don't kid yourself. Go talk to him and tell him that it's okay, for your sake. Did you ever do that?"

Dib shook his head sadly. No, he hadn't, and he really should have. Gaz looked at her watch.

"Listen, I gotta go. I'll call you later." She stood and briefly hugged him before walking away to find her parked car (definitely booted, towed, or ticketed). Dib sat at the pizzeria and ate a few more slices before leaving.

The day was still beautiful. Nothing could ruin it.

Oh, but Dib could sure find a fucking way to ruin it!

He got in his car and went immediately to Zim's house which was to the left or right of his old plot (depending on where you stood). Where Zim's base used to be was now grass and weed covered with a little worn trail etched into the ground. Kids liked to cut through the cul-de-sac on their way to school, and as Dib pulled up to Zim's extraordinarily normal home, he caught a few teenagers on their bikes squeezing between the lot.

Dib walked up to Zim's door and rang the doorbell. He suddenly felt naked without his black coat.

Zim's home. It's Monday. Zim doesn't work Mondays.

Someone's muffled voice called out from inside, probably a welcome, though to Dib it sounded wary and far from friendly. He turned the knob and walked inside the spacious, but sparsely furniture room. It was a complete mess. Both open and unopened boxes littered the floor along with computer equipment, most of which was running and emitting a dull blue light throughout the dark room. Dib shut the door and the room became even darker. As he walked towards the noise of clanging dishes coming from the kitchen around the corner, he looked at the labels on the boxes and grimaced with distaste.

Membrane Labs.

Okay, he had to admit constantly lying to Gaz was not his idea of being a good older brother, for right here in Zim's living room was proof that Dib and Zim had been seeing each other a lot for the past three years.

Membrane Labs.

Membrane Corporation.

Membrane this-and-that, etc., etc., etc...

Some of the boxes were signed with Dib's own name as he received the packages at Zim's house or brought them to the alien himself.

Not so hidden cameras monitored Zim's every move and now Dib's as he moved through the mess and into the kitchen where he found Zim doing the very menial task of unloading the dishwasher. Perhaps the appliance (and the washer and dryer) was the only comforting tool at his disposal since the government took his base and every single thing in it, including Gir. Luckily for Zim he was moved to the conveniently vacant house next to his former base.

Suffice to say the neighbors moved because of an unusually high power and cable bill.

Dib watched Zim for a moment before standing beside him and silently joining the task by taking clean plates and stacking them in the cabinets above his head, which by the way, grew into his tall frame and overshadowed Zim by two feet. Zim handed him a plate, then a bowl, then a plate, and then a glass, another glass. Dib had never done this with Zim before, but it gratified his otherwise idle hands and nervously cemented lips.

I would ask you if you enjoy this lifestyle Zim, but hell, you chose this yourself. No one asked you to turn yourself into my dad after you found out the Irkens were a bunch of fucking bastards. No one! God, I told you that you didn't have to do that, but you felt worthless and alone...You got so goddamned lucky that my dad is a totally benevolent scientist who values all life.

Well, benevolent until he turned a blind eye for a stupid second, then the other scientists got their greedy hands on you and did all the things I had been drawing on paper since I was eleven.

So, Zim, how's that three year old y-shaped scar on you chest healing? The autopsy was your free ticket, and it's okay because they gave you a dishwasher and this house and a camera in every room and a chip buried in your skin to track you and a job with my father doing hush-hush government work making weapons and viruses and death in all its myriad forms.

And Gaz has the gall to tell me I'm indecisive. I've been working with Zim and dad from day one and you don't even know, but somehow...SOMEHOW! you know that I've seen Zim more often than I admit and you know in all your mystifying wisdom that I haven't told Zim how much he means to me as a friend, even though each time he looks at me I feel a chill go up my spine. I feel the poison in his glare, yet that hatred comes back at him because he knows this is all his fault.

It's all his fault, it's all his, and I wanted to rub it in his face a long time ago but now I want to tell him that it's okay. You're the one who moved on in this stagnant place, not me.

"Hey," Dib spoke suddenly as he took a dish, "I need to talk to you about some stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" Zim asked softly.

"Work stuff. I'm authorized to tell you anyway, so...dad says that they're going to move you."

Zim stiffened and nearly missed handing Dib another dish. Dib caught it and Zim's body slacked when the words sunk in.

"Why wouldn't they," he said not as a question, but as a matter of fact. They did whatever the hell they wanted to do with him, body and all. Poor Gir.

"They haven't told me where you're going, but I guess it'll be somewhere remote. I dunno what they're going to do, Zim." What they're going to do, probably something bad, it doesn't matter because everything's gone to hell anyway. Zim's not going to take whatever's coming lightly.

Zim rolled his eyes and sighed as he slammed the dishwasher door shut. "What's your point?"

"I have no point. I'm just telling you."

Zim never offered Dib a drink when he came over. He ignored Dib for a moment as he rummaged through his jeans pocket for something. Dib looked down at Zim's feet, almost completely covered by the pants, and then back up at his white t-shirt and pak-less back. Yeah, that little device was the first thing to go when Zim turned himself in. Turns out all he needed to live was an internal clock and organic memory chips that were easily implanted directly into his spine.

Zim constantly talked about feeling inadequate and naked.

Talk about lacking. He found what he was looking for in a drawer and sat at the kitchen table strewn with the innards of a newspaper. He lit up a cigarette, took a long drag, exhaled, and let the ashes fall into a tray hidden under the sports section.

"I thought you quit! Hey!" Dib lunged for the cancer stick and Zim jerked it away and took another hit that finished the thing off. Man could he kill them fast!

"I need these!" Zim took the pack and lit up another. "Want one?"

"No thanks. Gaz smokes them like a demon thingy. Why didn't I smell smoke when I walked in?"

Zim smirked lazily. "Febreze."

"Cute." Dib sat at the table and unwillingly inhaled Zim's smoke.

Zim relished the feel of the noxious gas invading his lungs. God, such freedom.

"If they take away my cigarettes when they move me Dib-human...these are the only things left in my life that make me happy. "

"Oh," Dib grinned, "I thought your half-assed freedom made you happy. You know, you're pretty ungrateful to the people that could have killed you and stuffed your body into little glass jars."

"I thought we were saving that for a special occasion."

"Ha. Yeah, let's get together on your ten-year prison anniversary and cut you up."

"Fine," he replied in the most snotty way possible. For a second Dib thought their strange conversation bordered on friendly, albeit cruel banter, but Zim did not banter to anyone, only to himself and out loud. That's when Dib knew...he knew that he could never tell Zim the things he wanted to say because nothing seemed adequate anymore. Words were too lacking when one needed to express something so powerfully overwhelming that could only be explained in actions. Zim had never been his friend and probably never would. They were simply two beings who had collided in the universe through some twist of fate or faith and all that shit Dib didn't believe in.

What did Gaz know? She knew shit. She thought that her big brother was secretly stalking his obsession, which was wrong, and even if it was, it didn't mean anything. Nothing meant anything.

Dib was living in a dorm at a university that he didn't even attend.

It's all a stupid facade, like Zim's old disguise.

And Zim...Ha! An expedient to a goal that was never realized.

Everything's just crashing me by and I let it happen, everyday. Every single day I see Zim being forced to work, to live, and I'm such a coward that I didn't take him down sooner so I could get the fame. That makes me sick. Fine, take Zim far away. I can't follow this time.

"I gotta go." Dib couldn't tell Zim sorry. I wish I could follow you Zim. Dib stood from the table feeling like he hadn't accomplished anything by coming. Aside from telling Zim he was being transferred somewhere for some reason left him empty inside and there was nothing to fill up the void that he made.

I set myself up to be so damned alone.

Dib sensed Zim follow him to the door, the smoky smells suddenly more pungent when Zim grabbed him from behind and spun him around. Fear never entered Dib's brain, but Zim's little fingers dug into his shirt like the piercing focus of his red eyes trying to tell him something without words.

"Zim?"

"Would you come see me tomorrow...after work?" Zim asked breathless.

"I don't know, wha—"

"No questions. Promise me you'll come." The alien claws sank deeper yet there was no pain in the grip, only desperation to hold Dib's attention. Zim narrowed his eyes and his antennae flared back in caution. The cameras hidden in his so-called home watched from corners and ceilings. Dib's vision fluttered as he thought of them. Zim's eyes, so menacing. The cameras, always watching.

Something's happening. I can taste it.

Dib was barely able to utter, "I promise." Zim sucked in a deep draught of air in relief.

"You promise." Simply a statement to preserve the words. You promise, Dib.

"Okay," Zim added weakly. Dib noticed Zim's hands were shaking as they slid off of his arms, so tight in the beginning yet weak in the end, like an ironic stupid epic parody of their lives...hard, strong, weak, ending, death...always in the end, an end itself.

Dib didn't understand Zim.

He went home to the dorm, to a room sans a roommate, to a room with no purpose.

It's just where I live. I miss that I didn't get to experience college life. Stupid dad. Stupid Zim.

You know what? Fuck Zim! I'll probably walk into his house tomorrow and find him hung from the ceiling or split open from one of his sharp kitchen knives...Zim'd never kill himself.

Dib kicked his bed in frustration and glared at the unused text books on his desk.

I really regret all of this. Just so convenient that dad's lab is close to here.

Wish I could have stayed back home in my own room with all my stuff...God, I really am stuck in the past. I'm wishing for all my stuff! Not just my crappy posters and my roughed up carpet!

I want my past back, I want my old videos of Zim, my old photos, my old research, my old feelings, the old experiences with Zim that were taken away when he tore himself away from me! Me, me, me I want to be jealous and selfish right now. I'm owed something and I'll never get it!

Too bad that something is Zim. I can't have Zim.

Night fell. Daylight again. Work again. Seeing Zim forced to work. Forced, or willingly coerced? It's the same thing, doesn't matter.

It's Tuesday. Zim works on Tuesday. Dib waited after work to make sure Zim got home before he started his car and drove over. There's the empty lot. Ringing the doorbell. Zim flung open the door.

"What do you want Zim?" Dib asked of Zim's request to come.

"Sit in here and I'll be right back." Zim pointed at an empty spot on the sofa as he swiftly walked upstairs. Dib sat for less than a minute before Zim came back down and ordered him out of his house.

"W-what? I thought you--"

"Out!" Frowning, and very perturbed that Zim asked for his presence only to turn him away, Dib walked to the door with Zim following close behind, so close because Zim's hands were on his back pushing him out. Dib opened the door and would have stepped out, but Zim's hands grabbed him, spun him around...deja vu. This felt like yesterday, only this time Zim stood on his tip-toes and stole a deep kiss from Dib. Deep and invading, tasting sweet, tinged with nicotine, smoke, menthol.

Those lips left Dib numb.

Zim barely offered an expressionless view of his face and red eyes as the door shut Dib away.

What a kiss, Dib thought, and my first kiss...with anyone, with Zim. It could be ironic if it wasn't so real.

Dib waited until he was in his car and half-way down the busy freeway before fishing out the thing Zim kissed into his mouth. He didn't feel so much used as he did embarrass because of the cameras in Zim's house, a few of which certainly captured the intimate moment.

Who back at Membrane Labs was scratching their heads or laughing?

Hell, his father would see it! Dib held the tiny chip between his fingers as his other hand held the wheel of his car steady on a course for the dorms. It seemed to be something snatched from a regular computer, but if Dib knew Zim (and he did), the very action of putting something in his alien mouth and delivering it in the manner he had warranted investigation.

It's a message.

Imagine Dib's excitement when he attached the chip haphazardly into his beloved laptop and found...something. Dib cocked his head in confusion at the picture of a beach with a low hill or mountain as its point of horizon. It was something from a postcard. Tropical. Palm trees. A visible breeze, gentle lapping green waves, sugary sand. Was this all? A picture? Dib tried to open more of the chip's secrets but it yielded nothing but the ocean and a blue, blue sky.

Zim's retarded, Dib thought. He slammed his laptop shut.

Why the fuck would Zim worry about giving me a computer chip with a stupid picture? Maybe if he had smuggled out some of my dad's super secret plans for a sinister plan then that would be more acceptable than a picture of a beach. Christ he kissed me to get that out of his house!

Zim's not retarded, he's insane. Dib removed the chip from his computer and threw it into a desk drawer among other things Dib considered useless.

Useless? Not so much when Dib began to get ready for work the next day. He woke up with a severe headache due to lack of sleep, dreams plagued with Zim and his poisonous kiss. It was poison--if by design it stayed in his blood and infected his thoughts. So it had. Such a sweet and bitter poison, foul yet delicious. Dib knew he was too lonely when the mere memory of the touch sent him into a better place...Was that the message in the picture? A better place? Dib got in his car to drive the short distance to Membrane Labs, and when he pulled out of the parking lot, he answered a phone call from Simmons, his father's most loyal assistant, who delivered the urgent news...something had happened this morning...even before Membrane came in for the day...the alien...missing...gone...

Evaporated into thin air like a kiss.

How? Dib wondered as he toured the frantic lab that day. Scientists and forensic teams, military personnel, all looking to find...how? I'm pretty useless now, Dib thought. He wanted to go back to bed and catch up on sleep, but he knew that he couldn't sleep, not with Zim running free. And what was so bad about that? He just wanted to be free, like a bird or a fish...a fish.

The ocean. That picture! Dib kicked himself mentally. It was a message! He was letting me know that he wanted...ah! God this is frustrating! Zim where are you? Is that ocean real, the beach, the curve of that mountain and the palm trees? Is that where you are? Do you want me to find you and bring you back, or are you leading me there, to keep me? I said I couldn't follow you this time, but you were going away and I could not stop you. This time is different. It wasn't me taking you away, it was my father and the damned government, but you've run and when you run, I chase. Isn't that how it's always been? I like it that way, reminds me of when I was a kid.

Alright. Let me find you Zim, find you in the picture.

Finding Zim in the picture was much harder than Dib anticipated. How could he possibly find the actual, geographical location of beach so vague that it could exist anywhere on the planet? The mountain in the back didn't seem too particularly unique, and after two months of trying to decipher the puzzle, Dib almost gave up--that is until he happened to be walking downtown after a routine lunch with Gaz. She didn't know Zim was on the lam (so to speak), but she knew he was gone of his own will.

Somehow she knew Dib was searching.

Dib tried to concentrate on other things, like willing his body to burn the calories of the slices of pizza digesting in his stomach. Shops on the sidewalk were just a blur, the people smears of color. Then out of the corner of his eye was a picture of a beach tacked inside a travel agency's window. Dib looked at it closely. No, it wasn't Zim's beach, but maybe someone inside who knew the world might know. How convenient, how stupidly dictated by fate (you know, all that shit Dib doesn't believe in).

Dib showed the picture, pulled from his pocket, folded over, a cherished image.

"Ah," said the agent inside, "so you're looking to travel in Mexico..."

Mexico? Yes, she said. I know this place well.

How can you tell? I couldn't figure out where this was!

See this tiny blob? Your picture is not the best quality, but that is a statue of two mermaids. Good surfing--though, that was when I was very young. I met my husband there. She had a twinkle in her blue eyes.

It's a beautiful place. Enjoy your stay.

--

Dib packed a bag and made sure his round trip ticket was safe in his coat pocket.

"Where are you going, son?" Membrane asked, to which Dib replied, "Going on a vacation."

"If you find him, will you bring him back?"

Dib looked his father straight in the eye, or as much as he could behind the goggles. He thought he saw sympathy there. Membrane did not want to harm Zim, rather, he had come to develop affection for the strange alien, much like his affection for Dib. Blood is thicker than water, but as Dib reasoned, blood is just blood.

"I don't know," Dib said, then suddenly knew what would happen if he did find Zim.

"No, I won't. Will you still look for him?"

"I..." Membrane paused. "I have no choice." Dib nodded and held his bag tightly.

"Will you come back, Dib?"

Dib smiled. "Yeah, I will." Membrane and Dib hugged for the first time in years. It was a gesture and a feeling that ran through Dib's veins as he left Membrane Labs, and his father's legacy behind. He wasn't sure if he had lied to his father, about coming back home, but he hadn't lied about Zim, for as much as he wanted things to go back to normal, he wanted even more to be free from obligation. Like Zim wanted to be free from his prison, Dib wanted to be free from Zim.

Ironic. He was running to his prison.

In Mexico, in the warm sun, irony didn't matter. The beach and the mermaid statue welcomed Dib to a place of surreal existence. Hotels sprawled out along the ocean and shops for tourists littered every street, the dichotomy of nature and man, beauty and defiant ugliness. Dib wasn't here to shop, though it seemed every one here wanted to pick up a knick-knack easily found in their own country--it was simply the novelty of buying it here. For a moment Dib became lost in the mire of frivolity. The people and the sounds and the smells were utterly overwhelming to one whose quest seemed nearly impossible.

To be in the midst of one's goal, yet not quite knowing how to get there. If he looked long enough, hard enough, Dib could find Zim, but how long would it take? The city was big enough to hide someone whose very face would stick out in an instant. That's too obvious, Dib thought. He'll hide somewhere away from the population to hide his skin...

Or so he thought. Dib spent the first week's search in depressing frustration, but he soon noticed a person whose presence seemed unlikely considering that Dib was jumping around random places in the city. First he thought this place would yield Zim and then another, yet all he found was this face in the crowd, near his table at a cafe, looking on the same beach, looking at him. After the second week of seeing this young man, Dib feared that he was being targeted for some sinister purpose, be it to rob him, murder him, rape him, or just damn kill him. The guy following him seemed normal enough and he did not seem to hail from Mexico. Too pale, brown hair, light colored eyes seen when he came too close once. Dib did not want to get too carried away. Maybe he was a local resident and maybe Dib was being too stereotypical.

Dib was looking on the beach again, this time from his hotel room on the sixth floor. Good thing about being a famous scientist's son...lots of money and unlimited access to it. Even when Membrane knew his son was looking for his missing property (so to speak) he could not bring himself to cut Dib off.

Dib leaned over the balcony to watch the sunset. A breeze ruffled his hair. Zim was always in his thoughts. Zim haunted him. Had he ever existed? Dib closed his eyes. Of course he exists. He exists...out of the corner of his eye. Speak of the devil, no not Zim, the other devil. That guy! Jesus he's on the balcony two doors on my left! Fucking stalker. Okay, don't look. Just back into the room and make sure the door's locked. Door's not locked, locking now.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Dib's hand slipped from the lock.

"Who is it?" he asked stupidly. He looked through the peep-hole. "I don't know who you are," Dib said boldly, "but stop following me you creep! I hope you speak English because I don't speak Spanish. Just go away!" Dib stepped back. He heard footsteps. Sighing he turned his back and then...click! The door flung open to reveal his stalker in all his glory.

"HEY GET OUT!"

"Dib!"

"Wha--"

"Be quiet human," the stranger peeked out of the door suspiciously before relocking it.

The voice was unmistakable.

"Zim?" Said alien pushed a button on his watch and human skin melted away to green, hair became delicate antennae and pathetically human eyes were replaced by brilliant red.

"Zim. How did you...where...how?"

"Yes, yes my escape was amazing, Dib-human." Zim skirted by Dib and shut the drapes to the balcony. The sunset was filtered through and left an eerie orange glow in the room. Zim sat on the edge of the bed and looked utterly smug.

"You were following me," Dib said simply.

"I had to make sure you came alone."

"But...how did you escape?"

Zim chuckled. "If I told you I'd have to kill you. Actually, it was three years in the making but I had to rush it a bit when you unexpectedly told me of my upcoming move. I'm surprised I didn't get caught. Your father's associates are stupid."

"And my father?"

"Decent, I suppose. When you deciphered my little clue, did you tell your dear parent where you were going? Or did you promise him you'd bring me back with your own hands?"

"I'm on vacation, Zim, and no, I did not promise that...just the opposite. I told dad that I wouldn't bring you back. You chose to turn yourself in and you served your time, I guess." Dib staggered to the bed and flopped next to Zim, their thighs and shoulders touching and sharing a much wanted warmth.

"Why did you want me to follow you?" Zim shrugged. Dib felt the tiny shoulder lift and fall.

"Why did you have to kiss me?" Another shrug.

"Didn't want to get caught," Zim said softly. His body turned to Dib, and Dib, sensing the motion, mimicked it perfectly, feeling an involuntary desire to turn to the person next to him. They shared a brief look before Dib threw his arms around Zim and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"I didn't think I'd ever find you." Zim smiled behind Dib's back and wrapped his arms around his pursuer, the one who would never abandon him because he...he cared. Dib had to care about him to go through all this trouble. Zim buried his face in Dib's warm, Mexican sun kissed neck and smelled the human's fresh skin.

It was a swift move, suddenly kissing each other, so casual...as if they had done this before, as if they were best friends moving to the next level of their strained yet steady relationship. This changed everything, but they didn't stop.

"You haven't smoked," Dib said between a kiss. The reply was a heavy moan, a hand up his shirt, and another hand working his pants. Dib reciprocated the moves and quickly both were entangled in a mess of limbs, twisted arms, sweating as if they were baking in the setting sun. The room burned orange from the death of the day, just as the sudden lovers were burning and destroying the desire in their bodies. Zim was receptive to Dib and let him crush him like the waves battered the beach, defeating the sand and rebuilding it simultaneously as the frothing salt water came in and out, cresting and breaking. Dib made and unmade Zim. Zim was the border at which he stopped.

I always come back to you, Dib thought as they lay under the sheets. Zim was sleeping when Dib slid his clothes back on and walked onto the balcony. Night had fallen and cast an eerie blue darkness over the water that reflected each and every light from the countless hotels and bars and shops along the coast. It was darkness pierced by thousands of sharp little stars.

I don't know where to go now, but we have to go somewhere. Dib went back to bed and lay next to Zim, if only to watch him sleep. Membrane would be on the move soon.

Freedom was precious.

Dib closed his eyes and listened to the waves invading the room.

The sound was strongest when it hit the shore.

--

"Blue Light" - Mazzy Star

There's a blue light in my best friend's room
There's a blue light in his eyes
There's a blue light, yeah
I want to see it shine

There's a ship that sails by my window
There's a ship that sails on by
There's a world under it
I think I see it
Sailing away

I think it's sailing
Miles crashing me by
Crashing me by
Crashing me by

There's a world outside my doorstep
Flames over everyone's heart
Don't you see them shining
I want to hear them
Beating for me

I think I hear them
Waves crashing me by
Crashing me by
Crashing me by