A/N: Yeah, it's been a while since I updated this. Sorry about the delay. The song is The City Lights by Umbrellas. Tissues and hugs may or not may not be needed.
Skipper stepped into the alley. New York was still, lights flashing to the shadows, advertisements showing off to emptiness.
(Goodbye)
If you see me at midnight
Walking the streets
You'll know it was me for I cannot sleep
I've pushed away the dreams
And spoiled the quiet
I'm propelled by fear
And not the righteous
The penguin lived in the city. He felt the city's pulse. He felt the anguish and the despair, the triumph and regeneration. The city was in his veins, coursing through his body. Still mannequins silently beckoned.
(Please stay. For yourself. For me. I can't let you go.)
So have you been to a place like this?
To see your breath as it paints against the sky
The fever is near
I wish you were here
She used to love the city. Her name resonated through the air. Her lost breath, her lost spirit had found its way into the city.
(My body can't stay here. But my love remains.)
I'm thinking ambitious
I've got this feeling things will be alright
So go break a leg night
Been given the green light
So go entertain them
They're waiting for you
They're waiting for you
("Marlene." The otter turned, glancing once over her shoulder. She slowly raised a paw, acknowledging the penguin. She smiled; the star's glazed in her eyes. There, she remained, until zookeepers found a sobbing penguin leaning over a dead otter the next morning.)
So have you been to a place like this?
To see your breath as it paints against the sky
Feeling so right and things will run
The fever is near
I wish you were here
And the penguin wandered through the city, with his lost love once again.