A Little Birdie Told Me......

Just Like Heaven
-The Cure

"Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream" she said
"The one that makes me laugh" she said
And threw her arms around my neck
"Show me how you do it and I promise you
I'll run away with you"

Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow
"Why are you so far away?" she said
"Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you?
That I'm in love with you?"

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream...

Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone
Alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven

To Whom it May Concern,

If you have discovered this, then all is lost for me. I feel that there is still much left to be done, so I am writing to teach you all that I know about my project. Use the knowledge wisely. Phoebe, if you find this, hurry child.
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Phoebe Amara Donegal was born one night, after searching for the perfect vehicle to express my need for expression.  She looked lost, and I felt alone.  Not many people know of the quest, less that are still exisiting. She was smart, but her dreams had confused her. When one is born with just a small grasp of reality, it doesn't take much to persuade them to let go. She was on that edge. It's funny how forced insanity can bring a person around. I've never seen someone make such a recovery. Her thought process is faster and clearer. There are still moments when she slips over the edge, especially when she sings. That's just our curse. I don't think the others even suspect that she isn't as "out there" as she appears. She feels that there is someone that can help with the curse, but I've found no other record of such a thing. Only her dreams whisper such promises to her, so she continually searches. She knows the danger of producing any more of her kind, after the first problem we've never had a repetition. I don't want to have to tell her, but her time is running out just as mine is. Even now I feel my sanity slipping. She needs to find the key quickly, let's just hope her dreams do turn out to be prophecy. Even the Malkavian felt this was the only way, and he was almost sane when he said it, not that I'd trust anything they said.