Beirut - Nantes
The Flying Club Cup,
‘Well it’s been a long time, long time now,
Since I’ve seen you smile.
And I’ll gamble away my fright,
And I’ll gamble away my time.’
Such a solemn melancholy. The wail of prolonged sadness and the crippling pain of long unrequited feelings echoes in his heart. He is the shadowy figure in the corner of the dark, deserted and smoke filled bar, only the silence of his pain fills the room. It’s been a long time. Such melancholy.
‘Nobody raise their voices,
Just another night in Nantes’
It’s been a long night yet he remains.