NATE
Who could ask to be unbroken
or be brave again?
or be brave again?
Or honey hope even on this side
of the grave again?
of the grave again?
Nate hadn’t been sure what to expect walking into the college, but anything was better than drinking himself deeper into an early grave, or spending time in a now empty house. His hands itches with the urge to do somehing, and this seemed as good a thing as any. When Phoebe pulled out plant samples, he was more than a little surprised, but sits quietly and patiently as she worked on her diagrams.
”The little green things are probably...” Nate flicked his fingers as he reached for the word, thinking back on his schooling. ”Chlorophyll? Chloro...plasts? They help the plant turn light into food.” He sounded confident enough as he said it, and even if he was wrong it wasn’t like anyone gathered would be able to call him out. ”If this blight is a sickness, it should show up in the same place as those.” Wirh his piece said, he fell silent again, waiting for Phoebe to put up the comparisons.
”The little green things are probably...” Nate flicked his fingers as he reached for the word, thinking back on his schooling. ”Chlorophyll? Chloro...plasts? They help the plant turn light into food.” He sounded confident enough as he said it, and even if he was wrong it wasn’t like anyone gathered would be able to call him out. ”If this blight is a sickness, it should show up in the same place as those.” Wirh his piece said, he fell silent again, waiting for Phoebe to put up the comparisons.
And who could ask it to be sound
or to feel saved again?
or to feel saved again?
But stick around until you hear
that music play again
that music play again
