Songfic take 2
Aug. 21st, 2005 01:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ibelieveinherI bend again to the power of words lol.
Title: Stone Beginning
Summary: songfic to Hallelujah // Rufus Wainwright. Why is Grissom so cold?
Rating: G
A/N: I blame the cd for skipping to this song and planting the idea that wouldn't go away :)
I’ve heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord
They were in the same classes, studied together and did what everyone expected; they dated, were engaged and moved in together.
But you don’t really care for music do you?
They planned everything around their chosen professions, their individual paths to glory.
It goes like this the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall the major lift
They planned their lives around each other, from when they woke to when they slept, together on the double bed surrounded by boxes of books and papers for various research projects they had going. Their lives were planned and shaped, mapped out to the horizon.
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Their love, a lab scientist and her bugman. The illusive they said it was unbreakable what they had, that what they had was too special to lose.
Your faith was strong and you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof her beauty in the moonlight over threw you
He was always, always into smooth skinned, intelligent brunettes. He didn’t question, he followed his libido and his heart. He let it all out there just in case, he didn’t know what of but he knew it could only be worse than keeping it in.
She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, she cut your hair and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
She certainly did not tie him down physically but mentally he was hers in everyway. He would have walked for days in a desert if it meant her happiness. She was his everything.
Maybe I’ve been here before I know this room I’ve walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you
They lived together because it was cheaper, because he thought they were in love. He thought that this was forever.
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory march, it’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
He didn’t even see it coming, the end of his relationship and the start of his stone existence.
There was a time when you would let me know what’s real and going on below but now you never show it to me do you. Remember when I moved in you the holy dark was moving to and every breath we drew was Hallelujah
He was tormenting himself he knew it, smelling her scent on the sheets, the pillow cases and the belongings she had left behind to be picked up later. He felt tears prickle in his eyes and squashed them down with a rage he had never felt before.
Maybe there’s a god above and all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
He watched her pack up her things which were never his and never theirs. He grimaced at the stark reminder he was alone now, no one at home but he and his bugs.
Its not a cry you can hear at night, it’s not somebody who has seen the light it’s the cold and it’s the broken Hallelujah
And here he was, a broken man.
Title: Stone Beginning
Summary: songfic to Hallelujah // Rufus Wainwright. Why is Grissom so cold?
Rating: G
A/N: I blame the cd for skipping to this song and planting the idea that wouldn't go away :)
I’ve heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord
They were in the same classes, studied together and did what everyone expected; they dated, were engaged and moved in together.
But you don’t really care for music do you?
They planned everything around their chosen professions, their individual paths to glory.
It goes like this the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall the major lift
They planned their lives around each other, from when they woke to when they slept, together on the double bed surrounded by boxes of books and papers for various research projects they had going. Their lives were planned and shaped, mapped out to the horizon.
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Their love, a lab scientist and her bugman. The illusive they said it was unbreakable what they had, that what they had was too special to lose.
Your faith was strong and you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof her beauty in the moonlight over threw you
He was always, always into smooth skinned, intelligent brunettes. He didn’t question, he followed his libido and his heart. He let it all out there just in case, he didn’t know what of but he knew it could only be worse than keeping it in.
She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, she cut your hair and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
She certainly did not tie him down physically but mentally he was hers in everyway. He would have walked for days in a desert if it meant her happiness. She was his everything.
Maybe I’ve been here before I know this room I’ve walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you
They lived together because it was cheaper, because he thought they were in love. He thought that this was forever.
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory march, it’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
He didn’t even see it coming, the end of his relationship and the start of his stone existence.
There was a time when you would let me know what’s real and going on below but now you never show it to me do you. Remember when I moved in you the holy dark was moving to and every breath we drew was Hallelujah
He was tormenting himself he knew it, smelling her scent on the sheets, the pillow cases and the belongings she had left behind to be picked up later. He felt tears prickle in his eyes and squashed them down with a rage he had never felt before.
Maybe there’s a god above and all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
He watched her pack up her things which were never his and never theirs. He grimaced at the stark reminder he was alone now, no one at home but he and his bugs.
Its not a cry you can hear at night, it’s not somebody who has seen the light it’s the cold and it’s the broken Hallelujah
And here he was, a broken man.
