ian_rankin – blackandwhiteandcolours

It was like some bizarre work of art

We need everybody at their most alert

Thought you’d gone without saying goodbye

I won’t let my daughter out these nights

I know what to look for now, of course

There was a slight, exquisite scar on her throat

Nowhere is safe these days

Wasn’t it crazy for him to be out there on his own

You’ve been under a lot of pressure

That’s just where I was headed

She was about his own age, a little ragged around the edges

I’ll probably stay the night

What else was history made up of?

Place was empty when we got here

So let me see where we stand

Want to make sure I don’t forget anything

The silent dance resumed

Bring him down here

And throw him in the pond

Then leave him naked, wet, lost in the dark