down in the forest of a henrietta wood, the trees they all stand silently their eyes say they're no good. the wind that blows and quivers freely, they say greywarren comes but in the night a gray man nears and so his end may come. and i will be your hands and i will be your eyes, and i could stand for hours 'til the forest sun will rise. and i will be your hands and i will be your eyes, trees surround my heart and the stars shine in my eyes. a boy of books and notes and things, a love of grandeur, the three psychics will sentence him to a life now on deaths row. the psychic girl all spark and restless, fights with endless guilt to kiss the boy she know she'll kill or allow their love to wilt. and i will be your hands and i will be your eyes, and i could stand for hours 'til the forest sun will rise. and i will be your hands and i will be your eyes, trees surround my heart and the ravens start to cry.
“I’ll kill you!” Sam had screamed it at Arobynn as the King of the Assassins beat her. He’d roared it. In those horrible minutes, whatever bond had sprung up between her and Sam hadn’t broken. He’d switched loyalties—he’d chosen to stand by her, fight for her.
you call my truth in the worst way, through the dirty lens of a broken smile and i swear i'm not a pretender, sometimes it's love who's the biggest liar. so, i keep on damning the devil and you keep on saying it's alright. oh, glory, i'm a believer. oh, lord, i'm holding tight but wild horses, wild horses, wild horses run faster, run faster, run faster.
the sun: *sees saverio*the sun: i guess my work here is done, i am obviously not needed in a world with a person who shines as bright and as beautifully as he does
don't wanna wait till the mornin', don't wanna wait till the mornin' comes. you know the bigger picture changes when your colors run. i got my hand in my pocket and there's a diamond at my finger tips. don't wanna wait till mornin' you and i, we live for this. i rip holes in my shirt, there's mud on my shoes, there's sun on my skin, i am brand new. we shout at the cops, we howl at the moon. just a matter of time, don't you get it? we are the kids that you never can kill. you never can kill, you never can kill. we say that we won't but you know that we will. you know that we will keep on. don't wanna wait for permission, we got our own fresh set of rules. we take that old school fashion shape it into something new. you got your hand in my pocket, you like to dance with my finger tips. don't gotta wait for permission, you and i we live for this, you know we live for this. we are the kids that you never can kill. you never can kill, you never can kill. we say that we won't but you know that we will. you know that we will keep on. i said, we are the kids that you never can kill. you never can kill, you never can kill. we say that we won't but you know that we will. you know that we will keep on. lost boys, lost girls, hot tires, wild animals, we won't live forever, hand over the future, hand over the future, hand over the future, hand over the future.
we are the reckless, we are the wild youth, chasing visions of our futures. one day we'll reveal the truth that one will die before he gets there. and if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones. ‘cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone. we're setting fire to our insides for fun. collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home, it was a flood that wrecked this home.
“Mark was there too, striding toward his sister, and Emma watched with a smile as they threw their arms around each other. Mark lifted his sister off her feet, and Aline watched smiling as the two embraced.”