Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in compass_comm, @ 2020-07-22 02:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, blank, brynhild, jacob frye, john constantine |
CB Radio
[The sender actively blocked who they were, so the only people who would know her voice would be the ones who had heard her sing before. Which would not be many, because she's not one to spontaneously burst out into song. And her singing voice is very different from her speaking voice. And obviously bereft of her strange accent.]
It started with a soft piano.
Just a little bit broken
Like I've been cracked wide open
How will I ever, will I ever put myself back together again?
Just a little bit shattered
Like when you lose someone that matters
And so you try and you try and you try to try again
What do I do with the spaces between what used to be me?
Fill them with gold
Fill them with gold
You take what you've got
Hold what you've lost
You won't pretend it never happened
And when the cracks between the pieces just won't hold
Fill them with gold
Just a little bit worn down
From this dark and lonesome feeling
I keep thinking it's a dream and then it's not
I won't lose hope now
Cause with every breath I'm breathing
It's another breath closer to seeing the sun
What do I do with the spaces between what used to be me?
Fill them with gold
Fill them with gold
You take what you've got
Hold what you've lost
You won't pretend it never happened
And when the cracks between the pieces just won't hold
Fill them with gold
You take what you've got
Hold what you've lost
You won't pretend it never happened
And when the cracks between the pieces just won't hold
Fill them with gold
[The singer actively cut off the CB so not to give herself away by accident.]