Thomas,
Practically fell over.
That girl,
With the sallow eyes,
The only pair in the crowd.

“I’m headed to work"
– says Thomas.
"Where my job is”
– says Thomas.
She grins, he blushes.

“And what do you do?” she says.
Well “I’m with the government” he says.
"I’m going to old town” says Thomas

But Thomas is pushed,
Just out of reach.
“What’s your name?” he cries,
She smiles as the girl and his bus get away.

Oh, Thomas. Thomas missed. Woe.
Oh, poor Thomas.
She would slip right through his hands.
Poor Thomas.
That was just his luck.

Thomas takes a step forward.
And his dark dreams suddenly spring to life.
Give him half a chance and he’ll have nothing to give back.

That was his luck.
That was his luck.
As the 666 pulls away, Thomas notices the sky.

An astonishing pearl and red,
Like a peach past its prime slathered in blood.
It was a morose thought, but it was beautiful.

And for the second time that day,
Thomas felt alive.
Things looked up.

He’s late but the walk won’t kill him.
No sir, a walk never hurt anyone.

He’s late but the walk won’t kill him.
He’s late now but the walk won’t kill him.

I’m not alive,
Woe.
I’m not alive,
Woe.

Thomas,
Practically fell over.
That girl,
With the sallow eyes,
The only pair in the crowd.

Thomas,
Walks to work.
That girl,
Her eyes swimming in his head,
He’s lost in his own thoughts.

Thomas,
Finds himself staring up at the sky,
And he notices for the first time,
It’s unusual color.

An astonishing pearl and red –
Like a peach past its prime, split wide open.

And for the first time that day,
Thomas felt that things were looking up.

Thomas walks,
One foot in front of the other,
His eyes locked to the distance.

Thomas reflects,
He’s never had much luck,
And he’s learned to ignore that frustration.

But this girl—
It’s her eyes.
There’s something in her eyes.

And his dreams continue to seep.
He feels the warmth of those fires.
And dogs bark in the distance.
And then he thinks of that girl.
Though Thomas is an optimist.

That girls eyes...

They make him so unbearably sad.
They make him so, so sad.

But he can’t stop staring.
But he can’t stop staring.
But he can’t stop staring.

He can’t stop...

One foot follows...

Taking Thomas away from an expanding path of destruction
His city falls,
While Thomas is stuck in his reverie
His bus stop fries below downed power lines
His apartment is crushed by a runaway train
His neighbors are ground to bits,
The sky seems to ignite,
His world collapses without him realizing.

While Thomas is locked into the memory of that girls eyes.