Apr 26
I could show you love
In a tidal wave of mystery
You'll still be standing next to me
You could be my luck
Even if we're six feet underground
I know that we'll be safe and sound
"Ha, in twenty years we will race our sons here, matador!"
Colin half-jokingly smacks Carlos's ass. Carlos doesn't even get mad at this point; his face, bronzed by the bright Kenyan sun, flushes from ear to ear. "McRae squeaks like an old door, but acts like a casanova with me", he thinks to himself. Carlos adoress the boldness.
When it's time to throw the dirt over the Scottish driver's coffin, that evening comes to Carlos' mind. It feels unnatural to live in a world where McRae failed to keep his promise. Isn't very Scottish of him.
