Sit down, my wounded friend, you're safe at home again.
Or in a strange hotel where we can play pretend...

But when it rains, my heart, it soars;
What's yours is mine, what's mine is yours.

But there's still a cloud, hangs over my head.
Can't block it out;
I'm going to bed.

Sit down, sit down again... there's nothing left to lose.
It's a golden age where all I have is you.

But when it rains, my heart, it soars;
What's yours is mine, what's mine is yours.
But there's still a cloud, hangs over my head,
Can't block it out...
So I'm going to bed.


I've listened to this song over seventy times in the past two days. ._. It's my inspiration for that Shadow of the Templar fan fiction I'm dead serious about writing. I've looked up some FBI terminology and everything! It'll be nice. Gotta get a solid outline together by November in order to write the thing, though... giving myself a month's time for it isn't the smartest idea, but it might be just the kick in the rear I need to get writing again.