MORGAN
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
The dragon was not moved by her wave and Morgan was beginning to run out of ideas when she saw the spark in the back of the beast's throat and had to improvise. Darting to pick up her sword, she knew she'd have to jump backwards, but maybe she could get in one last hit before she did: as she bounced away she threw the sword with all the strength and accuracy she had to the dragon's chest.
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
