aww. season three, good old times. when the writers didn't quite seem to be such drug-crazed bastards, jumping universes every other episode. ("rodney, are we still together in this episode or have we switched to a parallel universe where you so charmingly unconvincing try to prove your straightism?" - "i don't know, john. why can't we just sneak past the writers and make out?")

anyhow. this is the conversation from 3.10 The Return Pt1. only with words. and pictures. and sad snowflakes.



words
ryan adams - city rain, city streets
s03e10 the return
images & textures
are made by me

Ryan Adams - "City Rain, City Streets"

Oh, the city rain
It floods the city streets
And in my city bed
Out of my fuckin' head
Is it snowing in space?
God I wish I could talk to you
Is it snowing in space?

And all the city snow
Freezes the Chelsea Hotel
It stones the Chelsea girls
It stones the Chelsea boys
Is it snowing in space?
God I wish I could talk to you
Is it snowing in space?

How does your body feel today?
I forgot to ask
Genius in a hospital bed
With briar-patch hair, just isn't fair
Takin' bullets for the team of bad boys, how is it up there?
Takin' bullets for the team,
I really miss you
I really miss you
I really miss you
I fucked you over a million times
I fucked you over a million times
I fucked you over a million times
And you died, you died, you really died
Died, died, you really died

I am going to push them way
Fall into the leaves of the winter trees
Drowning, slowly, lonely, my city of rain