[ That still leaves a lot of songs in the world, more than she can count. And maybe the one she picks is about as typical as it gets, but it's not like he'll know that.
(It's on her mind, maybe, all the death and Biblical imagery and loneliness mingled together.)
Regardless, her voice starts small--soft, a little uncertain, but gaining strength and volume as the melody soars up: ]
Well, maybe I've been here before. I know this room, and I've walked this floor. I used to live alone before I knew you. I've seen your flag on the marble arch. Love is not a victory march-- It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
[ And then the chorus, hallelujah over and over. Just the one verse and the chorus, and then it's quiet again on her end. There's no reason to make him sit through an entire karaoke session over the crystal. ]
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Date: 2021-04-29 12:32 am (UTC)[ That still leaves a lot of songs in the world, more than she can count. And maybe the one she picks is about as typical as it gets, but it's not like he'll know that.
(It's on her mind, maybe, all the death and Biblical imagery and loneliness mingled together.)
Regardless, her voice starts small--soft, a little uncertain, but gaining strength and volume as the melody soars up: ]
Well, maybe I've been here before.
I know this room, and I've walked this floor.
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch.
Love is not a victory march--
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
[ And then the chorus, hallelujah over and over. Just the one verse and the chorus, and then it's quiet again on her end. There's no reason to make him sit through an entire karaoke session over the crystal. ]