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—Are you going with her? —asked the old woman.
Quaritch smiled faintly.
—Yes. I’m bound to her now.
—But that goes against you.
He nodded once, solemn.
—Then why did you do it?
—I’m not sure, —he admitted to the woman before him.
The room was cold, washed in artificial light. A massive screen flickered at the back, a news anchor droning on without meaning.
Irina rose from her chair and poured him another cup of coffee.
—It’s just… —he muttered, staring into the steaming mug. —She is… I don’t know. She won me. —A small smile tugged his lips. —She bent my knee.
—And you are not easy to bend, Miles, —the old woman said. Thin to the bone, her voice was steady. —And she isn’t the first woman in your life.
—But she’s the first alien one.
Irina only sipped her coffee.
—Why her?
—There was another, —he lowered his gaze. —and that didn’t go well. Now I have a bastard who thinks of himself as a blue monkey.
—So you consider him yours?
Quaritch frowned.
—Not me, the old me. That boy and I… we aren’t even the same species.
Irina set her cup down.
—You’ve changed, Miles.
He gave a brief nod.
—That female… you lost your head on her.
—She does me well. —he smirked, mischievous.
Irina tilted her head, unimpressed.
—And now what, jarhead? You don’t belong fully with her, and when you return to HQ, you’ll carry that guilt on your shoulders.
He frowned into his cup.
—There’s a sting in me. A voice at the back of my head. —He paused. —I usually bury it in paperwork, in waiting for the next mission, the next supply drop, the next strategy meeting with Ardmore.
—But it’s never gone, is it?
—I know I have to bring Sully to pay his sins…
—The same sins you’re committing.
His jaw tightened.
—I can’t run away like he did. If Ardmore doesn’t send her boys after me, she’ll just find another way to wash brains and make me out a rebel, or worse, a cheap copy. —He groaned. —They’ve got my balls. It’s better if I stay.
—Who are you?
Her question cut through him. The voice inside grew louder.
—I’m not sure.
—Who are you?
—I said I’m not sure! I’m the ghost of an old man. A marine dragged from the pits of Hell!
Irina stood and went to the kitchen.
—Sorry, Ma, —he muttered. —I didn’t mean to raise my voice. It’s just… I never thought about it. It feels like I was programmed. Maybe they rewired my brain, made me believe I had to be Colonel Miles Quaritch, head of security.
—That makes you disposable, —she came back with a plate of freshly hydrated, fully artificial cookies with only 1% natural ingredients. —Just another pawn. Tell me, how does payment even work now?
He raised a brow.
—I haven’t asked.
—Hmm. —and she tilted her glasses.
Her greyish hair, tied in a bun, gleamed under the neon lights from the sealed window outside. The bitter city air made proper breathing impossible unless you were inside an apartment with filters.
—Haven’t you seen it, Miles? There’s no future, no past.
He scratched his nape.
—There is a future. I just can’t see it yet.
—And you won’t, —she said, biting a cookie. —As long as you take life for granted, there will be nothing to live for. Not even her.
—Then what am I supposed to do?
—Find yourself.
He smirked, arrogant.
—I already went through spiritual retreat. Now my teacher is my girlfriend.
Irina didn’t smile.
—I need to bring Sully down, make him pay. Then I’ll see what comes next.
—You said it yourself: after Sully, you don’t know what comes next. I’ll tell you: more of the same.
—What do you mean?
—As long as you don’t embrace yourself, you’re doomed to repeat the same day, the same life, the same end.
He narrowed his eyes.
—So what am I supposed to do, really? You’re the clever one. Tell me.
She blinked once, almost mechanical.
—Everything you’ve done in your life has led you here. To this moment. To her.
—So? That doesn’t change anything.
—It changes everything. —She finished her cookie. —Everything you need is already within you. You know what to do. Where to go. Even how to end it.
He shook his head.
—No, that’s nonsense. I don’t even know how to handle Omli when we’re back. How to keep it a secret. The soldiers would call it treason. I swore I’d never repeat Sully’s mistake. Look at me! —He spread his arms wide. —I fucked her. I love her.
—In that order? —she raised her brow.
—Of course not. I said I love her first…
—Remember when you were thirteen, and made me buy you that meta-experience of Pandora?
He smiled as the memory returned.
—Yeah. You scolded the hell out of me that Christmas because you spent a whole month’s income on that game.
—You promised you would go there, make a home for us.
He stared at the mug.
—That was a long time ago. When I came to tell you I made it to the military, you were already dead.
And when he raised his gaze, she was no longer there. He looked to both sides and heard that voice.
—You said you would go to Pandora, make a living, and come back for us to have a better life.
He took a cookie from the plate.
—But the first thirty years on Pandora were all the same. I had nothing to return to on Earth. I asked to stay at the base in Hell’s Gate. I despised that place, that world. To tame it was the best option. To conquer. —He sighed. —I had the gut feeling that once I made it here, I would send enough money to help you recover. I worked hard to reach the titles, to flee Earth and earn a good position… but you couldn’t wait.
He stood up.
—I know who I am. —He went to the kitchen, setting the mug on the broken sink, with the pile of dirty dishes. Water was expensive, so they had to wipe them clean with cloth.
Coffee came in cans, with doubtful water origin.
—I am the fool who believed I would make it on time.
—Who are you?
—Shut up. —he growled. —Things have changed, and so I did. I no longer belong to Earth. Not even in flesh. I wouldn’t be different if they took my memories and made a killing machine. At least they would let my wretched soul rest in Hell.
—Who are you?
—Marines are not easy to kill. We’d rather win or die, then regroup in Hell.
—Who are you?
—Shut up!
And when he turned, he saw Omli, seated at the table.
He froze.
She smiled.
—Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
He frowned, unsettled.
—Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
He couldn’t move but listen.
—You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. You have a right to be here.
Then Irina came forward and handed Omli a mug of coffee. Omli raised her hand in greeting.
Irina smiled, and together they gazed at him.
—And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. —said Irina.
—You are much more than you think. —said Omli.
A weight pressed on his chest, so heavy it almost broke him into tears. But he refused.
—No. —he murmured.
—With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. —said Irina.
—No… no. I know who I am. I am the death sentence of Jake Sully and all his hybrid family.
—Be cheerful.—said Omli, her smile soft, so purely hers.
—I must complete what I left undone. —he declared, angry, rough. Deeply blinded. —That’s why I’m here. Why I was brought back!
And the heavy heart within him turned to stone.
Irina faced him and placed her hand on his broad blue chest.
—Keep peace in your soul… my son.
He gazed down at her.
—I give you my daughter… my precious child, for you to make peace with yourself, just as she did. Learn from her. —A single tear slid from Irina’s eye. —Don’t waste her sacrifice. Strive to be happy.
Wake up, Miles.
Saran’tsi, already awake, wandered along the coiling stairs at the heart of Hometree. When she neared the woven bridges, Te’tsi’s ears flicked.
—Lira, wake up, —he whispered, nudging Liraya’s arm. —Lira! Your mother is here.
—Silence… —she muttered, rolling lazily across the bridge. —I can sleep a bit more today.
Te’tsi froze as Saran’tsi passed them by. Liraya opened her eyes just enough to glimpse her mother’s feet.
—Oh, Great Mother… —Te’tsi exhaled in relief. —I thought she would scold me for spending the night with you.
But Lira dismissed his worries with a sleepy roll of her eyes. She watched her mother closely, Saran’tsi was tracing.
—Where are you going? —Te’tsi yawned.
Liraya leapt to her feet without answering.
He stayed behind, watching her leave.
—And there she goes… —he mumbled, letting his weight sink into the woven bridge once more. —Ma’Eywa, am I destined to be left alone by every female I love?
Liraya caught up with her mother. She noticed her blank gaze, the way her hands trailed along the branches and roots, feeling the coiled flowers and lianas. She was tracing ofr something…dangerous.
Saran’tsi climbed the great roots to the upper side of Hometree, then suddenly halted.
Liraya crouched, holding her breath, trying to decipher her mother’s state.
Her mother bent low, stepping onto a greenish-white root. Saran’tsi knelt and began murmuring prayers to Eywa.
Liraya’s heart tightened with recognition.
—The Great Mother is here…
Lira traced the luminous root, climbing carefully as it wound upward, hidden between the great roots.
But when they reached the branch where Omli and Quaritch rested, the root’s glow began to uncoil and fade.
—Omli Sa’nok. —Liraya thought.
If the Great Mother came here for her…
…was it a warning?
She lifted the curtain of petals and found Quaritch holding his head in both hands, as if seized by a terrible headache.
—Kuar’tsi’yi Eyktan. —spoke Liraya.
He turned to her.
—Is everything alright? —she asked, stepping closer.
Her eyes scanned the surroundings, the scent lingering in that canopy-bound space. In an instant, she read the traces of what had happened.
And she feared the worst.
—They bonded… —she thought, crouching to gather the empty vessels. —Omli Sa’nok… what have you done?
Quaritch jolted, fumbling to cover himself, realizing too late that the loincloth had not covered what it was meant to cover.
—Oh, shit. —He sat down quickly, trying to hide himself.
Liraya furrowed her brow, confused at his strange reaction.
—I’m sorry for intruding, —she said, glancing at Omli, who was still fast asleep.
Quaritch exhaled and began to shake off the remnants of that dream, his mind returning to the reality of a brand-new day.
Liraya lowered her voice.
—If you wish to rest a bit more, do so. —She rose to her feet. —We woke rather late today. When you both feel hungry, join us at the pyre.
Quaritch nodded, still blinking, his gaze hazy.
—Yeah… sure.
Lira lifted the curtain to leave, but then…
—Sorry, but… —Quaritch got up awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably as he tried to tuck himself into place. —Where’s the bathroom?
—Bhat’roum? —she frowned.
—Where to… you know…
Before she could answer, Saran’tsi’s voice called out to her from below.
Lira left the place, stood for a moment and thought.
—Something’s wrong…
She hesitated for a breath, then slipped outside.
And she continued her walk.
Quaritch, meanwhile, was left behind with his rather urgent need and no toilet in sight.
Moments later, as he kept pacing, Quaritch debated with himself: wake Omli and ask her where the hell a man was supposed to take a leak in this place, or let her rest a little longer.
Thankfully…
Omli stretched and opened her eyes.
The Colonel's voice calls her:
—Finally, sleeping beauty.
He sat beside her. She yawned and smiled, noticing how he still wore his attire, just a little more disheveled, yet still unmistakable.
—Morning, Colonel, —she murmured with a smile.
He smiled back. She curled against his legs, rubbing her face softly against his belly.
He drew in a deep breath and caressed her head.
—Alright, alright… time to wake up.
He nudged her gently aside and stood.
She rolled and tried to pull him back down.
—Today we sleep late… come back here.
But he refused, slipping from her grasp.
—We’ve got things to do, Tzuan. Starting with finding the boys.
She sat up, rubbing her eyelids.
—Before we go… —she hesitated, staring at him.
There was no Kalin. No magic. Only her words, raw.
—Was this a one-night stand?
He smiled faintly…
…biting his lip as his brows rose.
—Weren't you the one who said you wanted all the nights?
She leapt to him, tucking her face against his chest.
—Do you still love me? —she whispered.
He wrapped her tightly in his arms and pressed a kiss to her head.
—I won’t repeat myself, Tzuan.
She smiled. The way he held her, tight, hand stroking her back, nose buried in her hair, was answer enough.
Did she really need the words?
No.
Not anymore.
The lesson was already learned. He is of little speech, but truths can't be erased now that they are revealed.
Kalin was left behind, but the words spoken turned anxiety and lack of words into sweat and dampness, the liquid love of last night. A candle wax seal upon those two.
—Now, if you could be so kind and tell me where one goes to empty the bladder here?
She giggled.
—Come. Next to the river, between the bushes. Don’t forget to dig a hole before you do, and don’t forget to clean yourself in the waters.
He arched an arrow.
—Oh right…you do it the old way.
The morning stretched awake as the Tawkami emerged from their hiding places, wrapped in the remnants of their romances. Couples disentangled slowly, laughter still on their lips. Others bent down to gather fallen flowers from the ground, sweeping away petals and ash from the firepit, preparing food for the day. The air was thick with the scent of moss, damp earth, and the faint musk of festivity.
[Cupid’s Chokehold-Gym Class Heros]
Mbabarara….
Mbabarara…
Mbabarara…
Mbabarara…
Mbabarara!
Saran’tsi appeared among them, her stride graceful as always, and came forward to meet Omli and the Colonel, who were approaching from one of the southern entrances near the river. Her smile glowed warmly.
—Ma'Saran'tsi. —said Omli, approaching the Tsahik.
Omli let go of the Colonel’s hand so swiftly it almost caught him off guard, as if he hadn’t noticed she was holding it until she released him.
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (mbabarara)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (mbabarara, mbabarara)
—Ma'tsahik Tsyulang, Kuar'tsi'yi Eyktan, —she greeted them with joy. —I hope the night treated you well.
Omli's eyes softened, her hand sliding through the crook of Quaritch's arm.
—We thank the Great Mother for your kindness and warmth. —said Omli, though her body language spoke more. —We rested very well. —she said, her voice lilting with contentment.
Quaritch inclined his head politely, his arm tensing slightly under her hold.
—Oe ngati kameie, Saran’tsi Tsahik, —he greeted.
Saran'tsi smiled.
—I see, Ma’Omli, —said Saran’tsi, though she needed no further words to make herself understood.
—Thank you for your attentions. —His gaze shifted briefly, hardening. —Now, if it doesn’t bother you, I’d like to find my men.
Saran'tsi's smile never faltered. She had already anticipated this.
—They are waiting for you...
And she led the way.
It's been some time since we last spoke
This is gonna sound like a bad joke
But mama, I fell in love again
It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend
And I know it sounds so old
But Cupid got me in a chokehold
And I'm afraid I might give in...
Quaritch raised a brow. He expected only soldiers. But when he and Omli approached, he found his men gathered with companions still clinging to them, arms entwined even in the first light of morning. Only Lyle was apart, sprawled on his back with a strip of cloth covering his eyes, muttering groggily.
—Colonel! —shouted Brown, raising his arm.
Omli giggled, moved by the sight.
—Look, Ma'Eyktan, —she whispered. —They got used to the warmth of the Tawkami.
He furrowed his brow, noticing how the only way to distinguish his men from the rest was by the red paint on their skin. Around that pyre, nearly twenty blue bodies crowded the circle.
—Maybe a little bit too much. —he muttered.
The Colonel stood tall, observing. His soldiers looked… comfortable. Too comfortable. His breath slipped out in defeat.
Saran’tsi, noticing his reaction, added lightly:
—The ikran are ready whenever you wish to depart. But we hope for you to stay a little longer.
She then showed him a red dagger, its handle etched with swirling patterns of root and vine.
—Tau’rom sends you this, —said Saran’tsi, handing him the blade in its leather pouch. —He apologizes. He is… still resting.
Quaritch held the blade and thanked her for the gesture. Unexpected, but with a glance at his men he noticed they too carried their own souvenirs. He accepted the weapon, turning it over in his hand, testing its weight.
—I'll leave you in their care. —Saran'tsi pointed to the pyre.
But before she left, she got close to Omli.
—We need to speak…
Omli sensed the uneasiness of the Tawkami Tsahik. She bowed lightly and turned back to Quaritch.
—Did she give you something too?
Omli seemed unsettled.
—Not as sharp as yours. —she smiled, hiding her concern. —Come, I’m hungry!
The soldiers greeted them then, shuffling to make space by the fire for him and Omli to join the meal.
Omli lowered herself gracefully beside him, her eyes dancing with wonder. She watched how the Tawkami laughed and leaned close to the soldiers, how easily they had captured their attention. The men seemed so familiar with them already, as though bonds had been spun overnight.
It amazed her, how quickly the threads of Eywa wove themselves between strangers.
—Ha! Told you. —said Warren to Prager.
Both Brown and Prager shook their heads.
—What were you expecting? —pointed Warren, biting into a big piece of meat. —I could see that coming from miles away.
—Hey, —Zhang punched his arm. —don’t address the Colonel like that, idiot.
And Warren pulled Zhang's tail, making him lose balance and fall back.
—Clean your ears, asshole!
Omli laughed at the sight.
—Where’s Lyle? —she asked, grabbing meat from the center leaves.
—Hangovering there. —pointed Zhang as he regained his seat.
But Omli’s gaze shifted to Lopez, completely distracted by the fluttering females around him. Brown noticed her confusion and cleared his throat.
—Behind, Omli.
She raised herself slightly and saw Lyle lying on a heap of cushions and rough fabrics. A female was changing the wet cloth over his eyes and opening his mouth to administer a yellow, viscous beverage.
—What’s wrong with Lyle? —asked the Colonel.
—Maybe the Kalin was too much for him… —Omli answered.
—Is he going to be okay?
She nodded, mouth full.
—Kalin is not deadly, and he is drinking the… antidote.
Then Prager and Brown muttered to each other, scanning the group. That caught Omli’s attention. After counting every head she realized it.
Nayala came to greet them, so Omli called her.
—Ma’yawntu, —said Omli. —Have you seen the female Sawtute? She goes by the name Tsi’doh.
Nayala tilted her head and patted her own arm.
—The one with the colorful mark here?
—Srane, have you seen her?
Nayala nodded her head.
—She is with Luna'tsumuke
Omli furrowed slightly.
—With Luna?
Z-Dog arrived not long after, walking at Lunapey’s side. But she was not the same as the night before. Her hair, once tied back roughly, now carried intricate braids threaded with beads and fibers. Her clothes, too, had changed, bright colors draped across her frame, so unlike the stark uniform she once wore. Adorned with necklaces and tinkling anklets, all flowery, quite feminine for… her.
Omli blinked, surprised.
—Oh, there they are. —said Naya, before leaving.
—Omli! —Z-Dog greeted, her tone almost casual, yet her hand rest comfortable around Lunapey's shoulder.
Lunapey, radiant, returned the greeting and quickly guided Z-Dog to a seat by the fire. Then, tugging Omli by the arm, she pulled her aside, away from the Colonel’s side. Her eyes sparkled with joy, voice tumbling out like a stream.
Quaritch barely noticed Omli’s sudden absence, for his sight, and the rest of the Sawtute-Recoms, could not look away from Z-Dog.
—What? —Z-Dog asked, grabbing meat from the center leaves.
—You look… different. —pointed Prager.
She bit into the meat and chewed it.
—Won’t you spit the gum before eating? —asked Brown.
—I don’t have gum.
That was unusual. Really unusual. The only thing aside from her tongue usually in her mouth was her gum.
Omli had to gulp quickly as Luna pulled her behind a nearby trunk column. Luna was… unusual.
—Ma’Omli! Blessed be your clan! —she whispered eagerly. —Your warrior is mine, we bonded! Zany… she is what I asked the Great Mother for, long ago, and my prayers have been answered.
Omli stared, incredulous. But when she looked into Lunapey’s gaze, she found no doubt there, only truth.
—What are you saying? —said Omli, setting her hands over Luna’s shoulders.
—Tsi’doh! She is the mirror I looked for. I couldn’t believe it at first, but Kalin made us bloom. —Luna swayed her hips, her tail whipping. —The way she bound my heart to her, so fast and accurate. Her aim! I couldn’t do anything but surrender… she is mine, Ma’Omli! Blessed be the Great Mother for you and your Sawtute.
But Omli was not exactly… happy.
—Luna, did you bond…
—Srane! Srane! —she said, excited. —Ma’Zany, she is mighty! I gazed into her heart, I looked at her world, the fading home she came from. Her sorrows, regrets… we are similar, and we found each other within. —She placed her hand over her chest. —They, Ma’Omli… your Sawtute.
Luna paused, looking up as she sighed.
—Humans… they have a rare beauty. —She gazed back at Omli. —I see what you have for your Eyktan. —She placed her hand over Omli’s shoulder. —They are both deadly and heartless, but… the depths of their lack of heart can be only outmade by the highest forms of love…
Omli was amazed by her words.
—They can be with us, —continued Luna. —The Sawtute… the human souls in Na’vi vessels … they can share the Great Mother, they can be welcomed by her…
Omli was puzzled… troubled.
She was happy to hear from another Na’vi, and a very wise one, her own beliefs regarding the humans and the Na’vi, regarding the plan of the Great Mother to welcome the humans. That was the greater aim.
But in the way, through that almost utopic path…
—Luna… but you can’t be with her. —said Omli, her heart breaking.
—So what? —said Luna, crossing her arms. —I am hers as much as she is mine.
Omli saw in her the blindfold of love. The very same gaze she once saw on Te’tsi.
That was the way of the Tawkami: to fall bravely into the arms of love.
Forever…for now.
—Ma’Luna, Z-Dog is not meant to be here, not now.
—I know, she explained that to me, —said Luna, completely convinced. —But I’ll wait. I’m sure you’ll bring them back to us, and her along with your people.
But that trust, that blind trust Luna had in Omli…
—Luna, listen. It’s not that easy, —Omli tried to explain. —Ma’Eyktan…
—You bond with him too. —Luna pointed.
Omli lowered her ears.
—No, Ma’Luna, I did not, I just…
—You danced your heart to him, —she interrupted. —We all witnessed. You are meant to be together. There’s a bond in you two…
But Luna was indeed blinded by love, by the charms and doomed destiny of the Recom soldiers.
—…as much as I have with Ma’Zany.
Luna was so lost in love, she couldn’t see the whole picture. This was just a dream, a higher purpose for the humans’ plans: to make an alliance with them, for who knows what purpose.
Omli must ponder, to keep them safe though.
Safety?
Where?
—I don’t want to eclipse your heart, but you have to see, Ma’Luna, —Omli insisted. —Soldiers like Z-Dog, like my Sawtute… —And Omli blinked, as she slowly began to see for herself too, as if words slipped from her mouth as bitter truths. —Soldiers are not meant to aspire for long-term bonds… they are disposable… they can’t love and live to old days… they…
Omli was now realizing it, maybe… it was not such a great idea to bind the Tawkami with the new human administration.
—Luna… Z-Dog cannot bond with you. She belongs to the humans. She cannot simply escape her world. It would bring her nothing but hunting death. And I don’t know when you will see each other again…
—I know. —said Luna, setting her arms on Omli’s shoulders. —I saw her. And it is enough for me to know… that we belong to each other, even with the distance between our worlds. I trust you… Eywa Rangal…
And for the first time, her duty pierced her chest.
It ached.
—I trust you will bring us peace…
But she is not meant to bring peace…
Balance is not peace.
Omli sighed, trying to find rejoicing in Luna’s hope, trying to dissolve that sudden pang within.
—Then may the Great Mother bless your union, —Omli said, patting Luna’s head, smiling… bittersweet. —May our worlds find a way to meet, to live in harmony.
Lunapey’s smile softened. She held Omli’s hands gently, her voice calm, her eyes glowing with certainty.
—Irayo… Nawm Eywa Rangal.
[Forever for Now-LP]
Hush, hush
Don't say a word
The faint cries can hardly be heard
A storm lies beyond the horizon, barely
The simplicity of Luna’s conviction pierced Omli’s heart. She embraced Lunapey tightly, pressing her cheek against her sister’s shoulder.
Yhe weight of that title, what was now expected from her, her duty, her aims, her higher purpose.
—I will fight to soften the rough edges between human ambition and the good of our home, —said Omli, awakening from her feverish lovesick dream. —I will fight so that one day… we can live in peace, together within Eywa…
But a doubt lingered in her.
—What if I can’t? —thought Omli. —What if I… become the bad omen?
She drew back, and Liraya approached them.
—Omli Sa’nok, —called Lira. —Saran’tsi awaits you…
—Srane, —said Omli, following Lira.
But when she turned back to see Luna, how Z-Dog smiled at her, how she caressed her braided strands, how Luna shone at the sight of the soldier, she couldn’t help but see herself and the Colonel.
Rush, rush
Take me away
Like hourglass sand that never escapes
Stars are born and then die, but carefree
—If they are meant to suffer… what could I expect for me and Ma’Eyktan? —she thought, downcast. —This… the kind of love willing to burn and be burned by the one who sets your soul alight.
But she shook her head and straightened her back.
—Not yet, Ma’Eywa… don’t bring those thoughts to us. —She gazed to the spiral branches, up toward the Tsahik’s chamber. —Let us enjoy the sweet of love, Ma’Eywa… let us dream with our lovers… a bit more… please. —And she closed her eyes briefly, remembering the shivers on her skin and his pleading, incomprehensible human words, filled with pleasure and confusion. —Let me cling to him a bit more…
A small clock that ticks without time
And watched by an ocean of eyes
Ending, ascending and then
Stay while the melody's sung
Break like a wave on the run
I do be sure I can't say anymore
I just know that it won't last
I just know that it won't last forever