The Spectator
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The Spectator Lyrics

The birds are up when he collapses through the door
Spilling out in constellations on the floor
Soaked in liquor he's soft as bread ...
And everything that's left of him to beckon to his bed

He is a nocturnal always alone
But you'll speak in secret codes
That he has never known
In this world, but not of it
So he watches from above it
A visitor here, this is not home

Chorus
I am the spectator
I can see the world passing by from here
I am just a child, to a man
Back to the dust where i began
I was never even here at all
I am the spectator
I am the spectator

His eyes, like two cats, scratching in his head
Begging him for sleep, starving for a bed
But sleep, it never comes
so he ticks the time away
Hour after hour, hear them play their bells go

Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time (x2)

Chorus
I am the spectator
I can see the world passing by from here
I am just a child, to a man
Back to the dust where i began
I was never even here at all
I am the spectator
I am the spectator
I am the spectator

And the bells go
Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time (x3)

Chorus
I am the spectator
I can see the world passing by from here
I am just a child, to a man
Back to the dust where i began
I was never even here at all
I am the spectator
I am the spectator
I am the spectator

Vampire Diaries Quotes

You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure, and even a little danger... I want you to get everything you're looking for. But for right now, I want you to forget that this happened. Can't have people knowing I'm in town yet. Goodnight, Elena.

Damon

Dear Elena, yes you heard that correctly. Hell has frozen over. I'm writing it all down. Granted, I'm half a bottle in thanks to my 1950 Chateau Cheval Blanc, a bottle I waited 65 years to open. I used to spend nights sitting in my wine cellar convincing myself I could hear it age, tannins growing, fermenting, but appreciating its beauty didn't make time go by any faster. The bottle just laid there on its shelf, torturing me while I waited for Katherine and time stood still. Eventually I convinced myself that no sip of that wine could ever taste as good as I dreamt it would. And that is the story of why I drink bourbon. I don't know who I am without you, but I know that as long as I'm with you, time will stand still. So who is Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert? A selfish friend, a jealous brother, a horrible son? Or maybe with a little luck, I'll do right by you. Because you may be a thousand miles away or a hundred years away, but you're still here with me and my heart is right there in that coffin with you. Until you come back to me.

Damon