swimming through sick lullabies;
"This isn´t a ghost story, it´s a love story..."
I knew then that Jocelyn would never come back to me, because of you. You are the only thing in the world she ever loved more than she loved me. And because of that she hates me. And because of that, I hate the sight of you.
Shoot out all the lights
Hold your ground, we’ll hit the sky
It’s time you aim your arrows high