Season 4 Episode 6: Toque de Santo
Companion Song: "Something to Believe In" by Young the Giant
"It gets old when you talk to the sun
And your tongue understood uh-no one
Can it be that I hear what he's saying?
Is there a reason why I'm still awake?
And he says, "I've got you written in a black book by the railroad track. You see, I know your fate."
(Ooh)
And I said, "you've got to listen, I'm a songbird with a brand new track. You underestimate."
I'll give you something to believe in
Put out the basement full of demons
Realize you're a slave to your mind, break free
Now give me something to believe in
Just give me...
Just give me something to believe in
Everyday when I speak to the moon
Pale as a ghost in the afternoon
Tragedy has a hold of my mind
But I can see the light between the lines
And I said, "you've got to listen, I'm a songbird with a brand new track. You underestimate."
I'll give you something to believe in
Put out the basement full of demons
Realize you're a slave to your mind, break free
Now give me something to believe in
Promise me
Sour flame
I'm a slave to my mind
You give me something to believe in
"I've got you written in a black book by the railroad track. You see, I know your fate."
(Ooh)
And I said, "you've got to listen, I'm a songbird with a brand new track. You underestimate."
I'll give you something to believe in
Put out the basement full of demons
Realize you're a slave to your mind, break free
Just give me something to believe in
Just give me...
Just give me something to believe in"
Will has barely touched his dinner. I've cooked the fish he caught today and served them with peppers and tomatoes and the obligatory rice. The dish is not enough to entice him away from the cork board mounted to the wall. We are eating in the kitchen, our plates on the prep table, specifically so that we can both see the collage of sketches and documents assembled there. But it is not enough; Will wanders out of his seat and studies the scale drawing of the docked yacht I created based on his nautical observations.
I abandon my plate as well and creep up behind him. He is enraptured by our plans and oblivious to me until I slide my arms around his midsection and rest my chin on his shoulder. He sighs, a restless sound, but angles his head toward me to nuzzle the side of my face for a sweet moment.
"Performance anxiety?" I ask.
Will barks out a laugh, closing his hands over mine. "Is this the part where you say, uh, 'don't worry, it happens to every guy at some point'?"
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