Fingers on a fretboard dextrously dancing out melodies,
The Story in a soundtrack, Tomorrow's memories
of gazes met, and wordless messages,
and love notes, subtle, ambiguous,
Well-received,
And...
Bow.
No heroes, no deliverance, it's just you and me here in this room, a pint and a table between us, might as well be just another wall. If I stand on my toes I can almost see you accidentally catch me with the corner of your eye, then quickly turn away - to behold is to encounter.
You can teach me how to climb a rope, a ladder, a wall, This Wall, but just because I can doesn't mean I will.
Another brew, no heroes, no deliverance, just me and you, but opposites attract and honey, I'm just like you. So instead, tell me of that time again, that time you almost made it, that time you almost won...