see the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head and look about
It's weird, looking out on the docks and not seeing the Ark. Happens every year: you grow used to the boat and its rowdy crew, to being part of a larger group (even if half of them are drunken assholes), and then one day poof! They're gone.
Sailing off into the sunset while you stay here like a rock.
Okay, we get it. You're a sullen little drama llama right now. Sipping liberally from a flask of something strong, you make a good show of patrolling the docks in search of work to do, and not because you're a lonely old man. When you see an unfamiliar kid loitering around you're quick to step in behind him, totally oblivious to the wings on his back. "Oi, kid, watch yer fingers."
Look, you don't know that he's a third, but he fucking feels like one. And you're usually good at spotting thieves- takes one to know one, after all.
Sailing off into the sunset while you stay here like a rock.
Okay, we get it. You're a sullen little drama llama right now. Sipping liberally from a flask of something strong, you make a good show of patrolling the docks in search of work to do, and not because you're a lonely old man. When you see an unfamiliar kid loitering around you're quick to step in behind him, totally oblivious to the wings on his back. "Oi, kid, watch yer fingers."
Look, you don't know that he's a third, but he fucking feels like one. And you're usually good at spotting thieves- takes one to know one, after all.
ZEPHYR
