zephyr
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The lonesome organ grinder cries
Soft? Ew. It's your turn to wrinkle your nose and snort at the accusation, finishing the last of your booze in one long pull. No no, you're not nice. Definitely not. Never. "There's benefit to borin'," you counter wryly, sliding the empty glass over the counter for Nate to refill. "Borin' keeps people safe. How many times've you lot nearly died doin' somethin' stupid, eh?"
And would you care if they did die from it?Absolutely Maybe. You'll make no commitment either way.
You've left your bag down on the ground; now you scoop it up, digging into its endless depths until you find what you're looking for. "Here. Gotcha somethin'." From the bag emerges the 'gift': a surprisingly large dried fish, wrapped up but still quite aromatic (read: fishy and salty. Not in a bad way). It was given to you by a local fishmonger and is far more than you can eat; you figured you might as well bring it over here. "I oughta get goin' soon as th'rain lets up."
And would you care if they did die from it?
You've left your bag down on the ground; now you scoop it up, digging into its endless depths until you find what you're looking for. "Here. Gotcha somethin'." From the bag emerges the 'gift': a surprisingly large dried fish, wrapped up but still quite aromatic (read: fishy and salty. Not in a bad way). It was given to you by a local fishmonger and is far more than you can eat; you figured you might as well bring it over here. "I oughta get goin' soon as th'rain lets up."
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
