And way out in Seattle, young Kurt Cobain Snuck out to the greenhouse, put a bullet in his brain. Snakes in the grass beneath our feet, rain in the clouds above. Some moments last forever, but some flare out with love, love, love.
[The song goes on a few moments longer, just a gentle instrumental. The Balladeer's gaze flicks up again for a second to search Ben's face, then back down to his guitar for the last few chords. The music seems to hang in the air when his fingers go still over the strings; above, the sky is fading from blue to dusty purple. It's a pretty evening.]
cw: historical suicide reference
Snuck out to the greenhouse, put a bullet in his brain.
Snakes in the grass beneath our feet, rain in the clouds above.
Some moments last forever, but some flare out with love, love, love.
[The song goes on a few moments longer, just a gentle instrumental. The Balladeer's gaze flicks up again for a second to search Ben's face, then back down to his guitar for the last few chords. The music seems to hang in the air when his fingers go still over the strings; above, the sky is fading from blue to dusty purple. It's a pretty evening.]
Evening, Ben.