έ .β β© SEASONS OF LOVE. a collection of dialogue prompts from jeff buckley's grace album. some liberties taken to better fit the overall rpc, adjust as you wish.
this body will never be safe from harm.
touch my skin to keep me whole.
if only you'd come back to me.
i don't want to weep for you.
the welts of your scorn, my love, give me more.
it's you i've waited my whole life to see.
it's you i've searched so hard for.
there's the moon, asking to stay.
it's my time coming, i'm not afraid.
drink a bit of wine, we both might go tomorrow.
it reminds me of the pain i might leave behind.
so easy to know and forget with this kiss.
i'm not afraid to go, but it's going so slow.
this is our last goodbye.
i hate to feel the love between us die.
just hear this and i'll go.
you gave me more to live for.
this is our last embrace.
must i dream and always see your face?
why can't we overcome this wall?
baby, maybe it's just because i didn't know you at all.
kiss me out of desire and not consolation.
you know it makes me so angry.
i know that in time, i'll only make you cry.
was the voice unkind in the back of your mind?
maybe you didn't know ___ at all.
i lost myself on a cool, damp night.
i was hypnotized by a strange delight.
it makes me see what i want to see.
when i think more than i want to think, i do things i never should do.
i drink much more than i ought to drink.
it brings me back to you.
listen to me, i cannot see clearly.
why is everything so hazy?
let me sleep tonight on your couch.
i remember the smell of your simple city dress.
we walked around 'til the moon got full.
i never stepped on the cracks 'cause i thought i'd hurt my mother.
i couldn't awake from that nightmare, it sucked me in and pulled me under.
but i'm afraid to love you.
you don't really care for music, do you?
well baby, i've been here before.
love is not a victory march.
there was a time when you let me know what's really going on.
all i've ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.
it's not a cry that you hear at night.
maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong.
i'm broken down and hungry for your love.
you know how much i need it.
i'm too young to hold on.
too old to just break free and run.
sometimes, a man gets carried away.
much too blind to see the damage he's done.
i'll wait for you, and i'll burn.
will i ever see your sweet return?
lover, you should've come over.
my body turns and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come.
my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder.
all my blood for the sweetness of your laughter.
you're the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.
maybe i'm just too young.
this wound is bleeding day and night.
your fantasies are broken in two.
did you really think this bloody road would pave the way for you?
crown my fear your king at the point of a gun.
where is the love in what your prophet has said?
i feel afraid and i call your name.
i hear your words and i know your pain.
i walk the streets to stop my weeping.
you'll never change your ways.
you were heartache from the moment that i met you.
i'm trying to find the will to forget you, somehow.
your love is a rose, pale and dying.
my heart is frozen still.
your love was a joke from the day that we met.
tell myself over and over that i won't ever need you again.