Hurricane Relief Concert(OPEN)

[Cole Kessler]

A week's worth of build up(news coverage, on-site reporters, and plenty of other stuff) and Irene made three landfalls. North Carolina, New Jersey, and New York all got a direct hit, but none were as bad as it could've been. Just imagine if Hurricane Irene had been stronger(Charlie), or carried a bigger storm surge(Katrina). The east coast had gotten lucky this time. Well, kind of lucky anyway.

Parts of Virginia were still under water that was waist-deep or more. The Connecticut River had just crested a put Middletown, CT underwater as well. Through all this, Cole was unable to help. However, a couple of days ago, after Irene's landfall in Jersey, Cole began to set a plan into motion. He talked to his boss that day about hosting a relief effort concert. His boss agreed and began to set everything up.

Open to the entire community that were sixteen or older. The prices were reasonable: Five dollars to get in, burgers and chips for seven bucks, hot dogs and chips for six. Sodas were a dollar-twenty-five. All profits from the concert went to a care package that when put in order would make its way to the hardest hit areas of flooding and wind damage.

The concert itself was put off until the rain from Irene's remnants had pushed the north and the weather was clear. Cole's last two paychecks had gone into helping set it up and getting his bandmates to Pilot Ridge. It was surreal playing with them. It was actually the first time he'd seen any of them since he'd moved to Vermont. Cole had plenty of help, though, his parents had finished moving to Pilot Ridge themselves. His dad had decidedly helped them get hold of a stage and Cole had borrowed the club's sound system.

His guitar was already there and his bandmates had brought their instruments as well. Everyone had what they needed and the venue chosen (The Mall's parking lot) was large enough to support the entire community's attendance if need be. The stage was set back onto the sidewalk along the front face of the building allowing the majority of people to fit comfortably in the parking lot.

As for how many people would show up, Cole was unsure. They would have to wait and see. He knew plenty of people were coming from Hammel, but was unsure who else would show up. He knew who he didn't want to show up there, that much was clear. The blonde demon haunted his past and was trying her damndest to haunt his present.

Outfit: Shirt Pants Boots BeltHat

Cole stood behind a trailer adjacent the stage smoking a cigarette, calming his nerves. The stitched wound on his head poking out barely beneath his hat as it was pulled down over his eyes, shielding his slate-blue eyes from the light of the sunset. Soon, the lot would be full, he and his friends would be on stage and hopefully, they would rock Pilot Ridge.

James Bothen, his best friend since childhood, came around the trailer, "Yo, Kess, we gonna get this started?"

"Gimme a sec, Jim-Bo," Cole said using the nickname he'd made for his friend, "Let's get soundcheck started." Cole said as they walked around the trailer and up onto the stage. Already, people had began to park in the lot, trying to get the closest spot so they wouldn't have to walk far to get to the stage.

Within another hour, Cole's band would be ready to play. Now, would be the time for anyone and everyone to show up.

[Ginny Campbell]

The days leading up to Hurricane Irene's furious journey up the East Coast had been nerve-wracking for Ginny. She'd worried for her mother and Peter, worried for her aunts and uncles and cousins, and worried for herself. The University of Vermont had closed Monday in preparation, which was in and of itself an Event, and just today Governor Shumlin had requested President Obama declare Vermont a major disaster area, a request that had been quickly fulfilled.

Of course, it had been impossible to assess the damage to the entire state, with roads being flooded and some places submerged, and it was likely more federal aid would be requested later.

At least Pilot Ridge had escaped relatively unscathed: A few people had lost power, according to her dads, and there had been some trouble with debris, particularly related to falling trees, but nothing like the rest of the state. Thank God for the meta population; she was aware that a combination of weather manipulators and force fielders had kept Pilot Ridge safe.

In any event, because she was safe and her family was safe but so much of both her home state and her adopted one were not, she felt obligated to help somehow.

And help, it turned out, came in the form of a relief concert.

The relief concert, in fact, served a dual purpose: She also was able to drag Estelle Flores out in the hopes of cheering her up after her argument with her dufus best friend Robbie Wilkes. Ginny could sort of see why Estelle was upset, although she was having difficulty not dismissing the prank because Mia had done it, and Mia was her friend.

She wasn't going to get into that with Estelle, though.

"So, hey," She nudged her friend in the side with one elbow as they made their way to stand in front of the stage, the better to ruin their hearing. "Do you know who this band is, anyway?"

They had better be good or she was going to....well, not demand her money back, seeing as it was going to charity. But she would be really disappointed.

[Naomi Green]

As far as Naomi was concerned, the hurricane and response simply showed the inadequacies of the current human government. Had meta-humans been allowed to intercede, things would have certainly gone better. Did they not have weather manipulators? Would they not be better suited for cleaning up, not to mention moving with better efficiency? Clearly this was yet another sign of a crumbling system.

So why exactly was Naomi there? Well, the communities hit contained meta-humans, for one thing, and Naomi wanted to help and aid those whenever possible. In fact, donating to charity had always been relatively high on her list of priorities, and the lack of such things had been yet another sore point (there were several, and the list seemed ever growing). So coming and donating some money struck her as being a necessity.

If only hurricanes targeted only humans.

Additionally though, this would serve as a "social" function. Attending "social" functions often worked in the benefit of those regularly going to counseling sessions. It showed a "willingness" to "get out and associate with your peers." In other words: ammunition for Naomi's next session.

The well dressed girl had already purchased a soda, actually bought a meal for a younger meta, and was now searching out a place to be for the music proper. She hadn't the slightest clue what the music would be, nor did she find that she much cared. She was there; she would attend; she would listen quietly; and she would leave.

It should be as simple as that.

[Cole Kessler]

Cole led the band out on stage, his grin said it all. He was happy right here. On a stage with his closest friends raising money for a good cause. He walked up to his mic, "Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming here tonight. I'm Cole Kessler. Most of you know me, whether barely or otherwise, some of you don't. We'll get to the pleasantries later. Tonight we're raising money to put together a care package for the areas worst hit by Hurricane Irene. For those who haven't noticed, we have a good-sized grill at the end of this trailer here. Go over and get yourself a burger or hot dog, some chip, and a soda. Enjoy yourself and we'll entertain you as best we know how."

He took up his guitar and strapped it around his neck. He turned back around to the microphone, "I want everyone here to take a moment of silence and bow their heads in remembrance of those lost in the storm." Cole said and a long pause followed, "Keep those affected by the storm close to your heart and in your prayers." Cole said as he took a drink of water, "Jim-Bo! Hit it, man." Cole hollered over the microphone and a tune picked up. Cole waited a couple of lines before joining in, "I want everyone,"Cole said as he clapped his hands above his head, "to put your hands together right now. If you know this one, sing with me!" Cole said as he began to play:

Yeah here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line
Throw 'em up and let something shine
Going out of my fucking mind

Filthy mouth, no excuse
Find a new place to hang this noose
String me up from atop these roofs
Knot it tight so i won't get loose

Truth is you can stop and stare
Run myself out and no one cares
Dug the trench out laid down there
With a shovel up out of reach somewhere

Yeah, someone pour it in
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in

[Chorus]
I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away

Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out
[End Chorus]

Go stop the show
Choppy words and a sloppy flow
Shotgun opera lock and load
Cock it back and then watch it go

Mama help me I've been cursed
Death is rolling in every verse
Candy paint on his brand new hearse
Can't contain him he knows he works

Fuck this hurts, I won't lie
Doesn't matter how hard I try
Half the words don't mean a thing
And I know that I wont be satisfied

So why try ignoring him
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in

[Chorus]

I've opened up these scars
I'll MAKE YOU FACE THIS!!!

I've pulled myself so far
I'll MAKE YOU! FACE! THIS! NOW!

[Chorus X2]

I bleed it out
I bleed it out
I bleed it out

[Anna Pierce]

Anna looked up at Cole on stage. He was good, he had nice stage presents and all that. His voice was really good to. It made her smile, then again a lot of things he did made her smile. She ordered a drink and a hot dog. She then weaved her way threw the tables and sat up front to get a view of her....boyfriend. It felt good to use that word. When she told her family they almost didn’t believe her. Something about the fact that she never trusted people made it hard to believe that she ever let some one in.

A long time ago, back before all she came here, she use to be in choir. She really liked singing, but she had a hard time doing so in front of people. She was an alto with a little deeper voice then normal for most girls. Which was probably because of her little....problem. The one that she was just diagnosed with. A cloud passed over her face, she didn’t like to think about what she had been told that day. It was rather depressing to think about fact, in she had come home and cried.

Last week she went to her doctor, and found out she was infertile. She had yet to tell any one. Why would she tell any one? What did you say? “Hey guess what? I can have kids. I never will bare children.” Yep, that was a good conversation starter. She tried to think of anything else. She looked up at Cole, and forced herself to try to think happy thoughts. She smiled up at him as she absent mindedly twirled a piece of her curly hair around her finger. She was happy to see her him doing something like this. It was sweet.

Outfit: outfit

[Tommy Sinclair]

Tommy was having a blast! Wearing a pair of ripped, dirt stained denim overalls, a flannel vest, bare feet and chest, and a black bandanna tied as a headband to keep his dreadlocks in a makeshift ponytail, there wasn't a single thing about his appearance that didn't scream "HIPPIE." He was loving the music too, fist pumping in the air as he dancing around like a graceful caveman, ratty dreads flying around behind him as his arms flailed and arced around in circles and waves, his head bobbing up and down, taking leaps and stumbles and slides and steps! He was everywhere, living it up!

"I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away"

He shouted along with the chorus as he danced. He could feel the questioning eyes of others watching him and his strange behavior. Tommy didn't care though. He was dancing, letting his primal nature just take over and move to the beat and the music. That was the whole point though, just doing what felt right and not letting the judgment of others get to you.

I bleed it out!

Tommy get a whoop as the song ended, applauding the performance. These guys had done a pretty good cover in the teenager's opinion. Before the band could continue, Tommy just talked out loud to no one in particular.

"Yeaaaaah, now how cool is this? Not only like, does the music rock but this is to help other people man! Totally far out, you know? No better way to spread the help, no way, nothing beats music man! This is awesome! Who's with me? WOOOOO!"

Tommy threw a thumbs up at the stage as the next song began. The hippie was deep in his element, and loving it!

[Cole Kessler]

Cole noted his girlfriend's arrival and watched her walked across the lot as he sang. He had an idea pop into his head, but that performance he would save for later. A duet featuring he and Anna singing would go great later on, especially when he came to the right song for it. For now, though, he continued down the set list. Next up was one of his personal favorites.

Cole walked up to the microphone as more people continued to make their way out to the mall. The sun had finally crept down behind the horizon and the cool night air was bringing more and more people out. He wanted so bad to bring out a song he'd wrote long ago, but this was not the time for that either. "Next song is gonna be our cover of "Learn To Fly" by the Foo Fighters. Hope you like it."

The drums built up and Cole broke down into a headbang over his guitar as the opening chords flowed throguh the speakers. The people in the crowd bounced and danced all together enjoying themselves as best they could:

Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
Hook me up a new revolution
Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughing and watched the last one die

(CHORUS)
I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of lying (trying)
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
(END CHORUS)

I think I'm done nursing the patience
It can wait one night
I'd give it all away if you give me one last try
We'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life
Run and tell all the angels that everything is alright. . .

(CHORUS)

BRIDGE
Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone
Try and make this life my own

(CHORUS x2)

Make me way back home when I Learn to Fly
Make me way back home when I Learn to.........

-FINAL NOTES-

[Jalen August]

Jalen was a bit late to arrive, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t interested in helping people out who needed it. Cole had invited her today to possibly sing a few songs with him, and she was nervous. That was probably the main reason why she was so hesitant to come. She had never really sung in front of an audience before – this was going to be both new, and exciting.

Walking into the mall, the blonde had her usual rocker gear on, consisting of black skinny jeans, a ripped up t-shirt and dark eye makeup. She spotted the crowd gathered around and a smile was on her face. She wasn’t even on stage yet and she could feel the adrenaline rush. Jay sifted through the crowd to the back of the stage, where one of Cole’s band members’ reached an arm down for her to hop onto the stage.

A winning smile was on her face, a mic put into her hands. She gulped hard, waiting for Cole to finish the song he was currently singing, Jalen searching the crowd. She made her way to the front of the stage and pointed at Tommy, “You rock man!” She said into the mic, the crowd looking at the boy with appreciative smiles. They began mocking his behaviour and seemed just as happy to be here as he was.

The dark brown eyes looked to Cole. She had informed him that she knew most of the melodies on his play list and she could sing alto or soprano, it was up to him really. Jalen looked back at the boy’s band and smiled, and they grinned back. It must’ve been interesting to have a girl up on stage.

A song she had written came to mind, and she glanced at Cole with a grin before referencing their time together at the club he worked at, “This one goes out to those who have ever had their hearts crapped on,” and she began singing, hoping the band would pick up on the melody, or hopefully Cole would sing along. They hadn’t practiced it much, but it didn’t need a lot of work. He needed to sing, otherwise, this was going to get awkward very quickly:

I close my eyes and your image I see
Sparks conspire to ignite inside me
Animated now a shell no longer
Inspired by your undying wonder

Awoken am I from despairing times
That threatened to consume all that I am
You are the angel that brought me to life
I'll never forget you my saving grace

Whenever I behold a rising sun
Or bathe in the glow from the moon above
I'll think of you and me our love
It provides me shelter from any storm

Whenever I see your face
It takes me to a special place
Of rest and hope and you
Until you said ‘we’re through’

You left me here without a second glance
I would kill for another chance
Because I can’t live without you
But I guess I’m going to have to

If I could do it all again
I would take you in my arms
And hold ‘til forever
And never let you leave me

[Naomi Green]

"Bloody hell, someone shoot the damned hippie," muttered Naomi, nearly massaging her temples. While the music wasn't exactly her tastes, it wasn't sending her running either. Bit hard, bit raucous, but almost seemed to fit the mood. Besides, everyone else seemed to enjoy it, some evidently more than others.

Okay, the second song was a good deal more bearable than the first, and Naomi actually found herself moving along with the beat, if just. For a few seconds there, she almost forgot that she was supposed to be there for false socializing and ally making. It was a concert, and you'd have to be numb not to be at least a little effected by the music.

Naomi nearly collided with someone as she moved, which drew her out of her music bliss for a few seconds, just long enough to snap that they needed to watch what they were doing. The second song was just wrapping up, and someone new was taking the stage. The female voice caught Naomi's attention, and she looked to the stage just as a female blonde took over.

The song wasn't familiar, but it wasn't bad either. The girl didn't seem quite as "with it" as the male, but it could be the band or something. Could also be Naomi herself. She tried to enjoy it, of course, taking sips of her soda in between.

So far, so good, right? Just so long as the idiotic buffoon with the dreadlocks stayed the hell away from her.

[Cole Kessler]

Cole joined in as Jalen started singing. He picked up the background vocals as she took the main verses. Only joining in completely as they hit the bridge and final two verses. It was nice to have a female up on stage with him, really, a voice to contrast his. Cole's roughness cancelled out by the smooth vocal tone that Jalen carried.

As they finished the song, Cole smiled, "I wanna thank Miss Jalen August for joining me up on stage. But she ain't gettin' no 'one and done' tonight. She's gonna join me for one final song, then she can do as she wishes." Cole said as his dad stepped up on stage. Alan whispered into his son's ear and then stepped off. The smile on Cole's face, and him holding back tears, said it all. "I also wanna thank all of you for coming tonight. And let you know that we have surpassed the goal set for tonight and the money continues to pour in. Pilot Ridge, we have raised twenty-five-hundred dollars!"

Cole stepped back from the mic as the crowd roared to life in approval of the amount. Could they bring in more? Perhaps pay for two packages? "Ya'know, I knew we could hit our mark. This community escaped practically unharmed by Irene, but here in the North East, we take care of our own. I say we shoot for five grand! C'mon, Pilot Ridge!" the crowd roared again as Cole stepped back and bro-shook his bandmate's hands, as well as Jalen's.

Cole stepped back up, wiping the sweat from his brow, "This next song is a bit older than these first few we've played, but it speaks to us all. This song really hits home for me. It tells the story of a man's sacrifice's and recovery from his wrong choices." Cole said as Jimmy's guitar let out an opening tune. Cole again broke into a headbang as he made the quick transition into the heavy opening chord:

Hello my friend, we meet again
It's been awhile, where should we begin?
Feels like forever
Within my heart are memories
Of perfect love that you gave to me
Oh, I remember

(CHORUS COLE and JALEN)
When you are with me, I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice
(END CHORUS)

We've seen our share of ups and downs
Oh how quickly life can turn around
In an instant
It feels so good to reunite
Within yourself and within your mind
Let's find peace there

(CHORUS COLE and JALEN)

BRIDGE
I just want to say hello again
I just want to say hello again(COLE and JALEN)

When you are with me I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
Cause when you are with me I am free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice, My sacrifice

I just want to say hello again
I just want to say hello again (COLE and JALEN)

My sacrifice. (JALEN)

[Tommy Sinclair]

"You rock man!"[/i] Jalen shouted and pointed to Tommy from on top the stage. In return, the dreadlocked teenager grinned and bowed humbly, feeling the looks and admiration from the crowd around him. Quickly, Tommy looked around and shook his head, modest as he ever was.

"You guys rock too! I mean like, everyone here rocks man, we're all here right? Yeah!" Applause and cheers followed both Tommy's reply and the music that followed. The hippie then laughed, realizing the honest truth behind what Jalen had said: Tommy really DID rock, but not in the sense anyone but Hammel Institute (and those in the know) would think of. Being a terrakinetic, Tommy had the power to control rocks and other materials. How suiting.

Tommy sang along with Jalen, as did most of the crowd. She had a fantastic voice! He'd always considered her a friend, well, a friend friend seeing that Tommy thought of everyone as a friend. He whooped and cheered as she finished singing.

"I also wanna thank all of you for coming tonight. And let you know that we have surpassed the goal set for tonight and the money continues to pour in. Pilot Ridge, we have raised twenty-five-hundred dollars!"[/i]

Tommy did a straight up backflip at this! His flannel vest and dreadlocks flapped and swung around as he landed flat on his bare feet. He threw a peace sign up and everything; man, he was over the moon! "See!?!? Who ever said humanity is like, a thing of the past man? We totally came together here, one love, to help each other. That's like, so emotional. Hahahahaha! WOOOOO!"

[Jalen August]

Jalen was actually having fun. At first she had been stiff, but as the music progressed and the second song commenced, the blonde was dancing around one stage when it was appropriate and sung her heart out. She had always been a good singer, she had just never been a good public singer.

She glanced at Cole, and decided she would announce the next song. They were doing so well, the money was being raised, people were having a good time, and both of those things were important. "Okay guys, the next song is a bit heavier, but it's awesome because it's Nightwish, so I wanna see everyone dancing like you're having the best time of your lives because you are, right?!" She said, pointing the mic at the crowd as everyone roared. Bye Bye Beautiful was one of her favorite songs by Nightwish, and she was ready to rock. She counted the band in, and began singing after the initial intro:

Finally the hills are without eyes
They are tired of painting a dead man's face red
With their own blood

They used to love having so much to lose
Blink your eyes just once and see everything in ruins (Jalen)

Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?
Did you ever listen to what we played?
Did you ever let in what the world said?
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
Did we play to become only pawns in the game?
How blind can you be, don't you see?
You chose the long road, but we'll be waiting

Bye, bye, beautiful!
Bye, bye, beautiful! (Cole)

Jacob's ghost for the girl in white
Blindfold for the blind
Dead Siblings walking the dying earth

Noose around a choking heart
Eternity torn apart
So toll now the funeral bells (Jalen)

"No need to die to prove a lie"

Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?
Did you ever listen to what we played?
Did you ever let in what the world said?
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
Did we play to become only pawns in the game?
How blind can you be, don't you see?
You chose the long road, but we'll be waiting

Bye, bye, beautiful!
Bye, bye, beautiful!
Bye, bye, beautiful!
Bye, bye, beautiful!

It’s not the tree that forsakes the flower
But the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I’ll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words (Cole)

...How blind can you be, don’t you see...(x3)
...that the gambler lost all he does not have... (Jalen)

Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?
Did you ever listen to what we played?
Did you ever let in what the words said?
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
Did we play to become only pawns in the game?
How blind can you be, don’t you see?
You chose the long road but we’ll be waiting

Bye bye, beautiful
Bye bye, beautiful
Bye bye, beautiful
bye bye bye bye (Cole, Jalen doing background vocals)

[Naomi Green]

Another song that Naomi didn't recognize, a duet or something. Not bad, and she again had to grudgingly admit that Kessler's voice was appealing. There was, however, another voice in the crowd that simply would not stop. The idiot with the dreadlocks proceeded to shout and make a fool of himself. One outburst, Naomi could forgive. Two simply made him annoying. A somersault?

"What you shut the bloody hell up you annoying pest?" shouted Naomi. She fervently wished that she had something to fling at him, preferably something that would result in a lethal blow. Cheering and dancing like the world was all gumdrops and rainbows. The fool had strolled right out of a children's cartoon. Naomi could feel her temper rising, and fought against the urge to start seeing what she could fling.

I do have coins in my pockets...

Then a familiar tune started playing. Loud, brash, and decidedly unAmerican in origin. Finnish, actually. Operatic. And very, very intimate for the Brit.

"Nightwish?" she said, her voice nearly hushed. She'd hardly expected to hear something like that here. The Brit immediately found herself moving. She'd wanted to see them in concert, when they'd actually touched what she still considered her native soil. Now, hearing those words in a place so very far from where she was raised, even with the idiot prancing nearby, well.

Let's just say that Naomi finally let her hair down. She moved, she ended up actually singing along with the song, especially the female parts. For most of the song, she temporarily forgot that she was about to attack someone and all that. For at least that number.


{wow, that feels far too heavy. sorry >< }

[Cole Kessler]

Cole smiled as Jalen announced their next number. A cover of Nightwish was exactly what Cole'd had in mind and for a second he wondered if she was telepathic. As he sang with her, taking the chorus as the male singer did in the Finnish band, his mind slowly flashed through the images of girls who'd dated him before (and after) he'd come to Hammel. It fit perfectly. The song she'd chosen really reflected his past relationships.

As the song ended, Cole looked through the crowd. Everyone, even Naomi, was dancing. A sight he'd not expected to see of her. As they finished the song, Cole took off his guitar without speaking. However, instead of saying they were taking a break, Cole was handed his acoustic guitar. "Well, I figure," he said stepping back up to the mic, "we've got one more Nightwish song to do before my lovely friend, Jalen, leaves the stage." Cole said as he started plucking the strings with his pick.

And that would be, The Islander. Cole said as the other instruments picked up. He pulled forward a couple of stools for he and Jay to sit on to morbidly mimic the scene from the music video. The music mildly intensified and then died down to the original as the lyrics rolled forward:

An old man by a sea shore at the end of day
Gazes the horizon with sea winds in his face.
Tempest-tossed island, seasons all the same.
Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name.

Sea without a shore for the vanished one unheard
He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world.
Showing the way, lighting hope in their hearts,
The ones and their travels homeward from afar.

[Chorus]
This is for long-forgotten light at the end of the world.
Horizon's crying the tears he left behind long ago.

The albatross is flying, making him daydream
The time before he became - one of the world`s unseen
Princess in the tower, children in the fields -
Life gave him it all: an island of the universe.

Now his love's a memory, a ghost in the fog.
He sets the sails one last time saying farewell to the world.
Anchor to the water, seabed far below,
Grass still in his feet and a smile beneath his brow.

[Chorus x2]