Three; Funnyman - KT Tunstall
and all the damage you do
is so honest and true
I don't want to feel sorry for you
They're all watching him surreptitiously, peripheral vision and badly concealed stares, but he doesn't notice. He's barely more than a shadow, leaning on the end of one of the pilings on the docks, a cigarette loose in his lips. They've heard the rumors, the stories of blood and bone and- it's nothing new to the old ones, but there's always someone. He just wishes he'd had enough time to wash the red off his hands.