[ A song for Billy, he should have guessed. Hans starts the recording. Do they have mics everywhere in the booth? Probably, this whole place was decked out for singing. Despite himself, Hans joins in. It's not a song for her, but chances are they'll be dead by the end of the week. Hans doesn't just want to leave a note, either. ]
Cast me gently Into morning For the night has been unkind Take me to a A place so holy That I can wash this from my mind The memory of choosing not to fight
If it takes my whole life I won't break, I won't bend It'll all be worth it Worth it in the end 'Cause I can only tell you what I know That I needed you in my life When the stars have all burned out You'd still be burning so bright
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Despite himself, Hans joins in. It's not a song for her, but chances are they'll be dead by the end of the week. Hans doesn't just want to leave a note, either. ]
Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind
Take me to a
A place so holy
That I can wash this from my mind
The memory of choosing not to fight
If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It'll all be worth it
Worth it in the end
'Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I needed you in my life
When the stars have all burned out
You'd still be burning so bright