Washed out.

That feeling kept lingering in me. It just wouldn't go away. The train was never this quiet and empty (and cold), but it was so tonight. On this very night, I felt washed out...washed out by my own mental turmoil and self-tormenting, like a tired beast after banging his head against the iron grills of his cage.

As drama as it seemed, this song played out in my mind as the train cruised along the tracks in the dead of the night.

Angel Eyes

by Sting

(from "Leaving Las Vegas" OST)

Have you ever had the feeling
That the world's gone and left you behind
Have you ever had the feeling
That you're that close to losing your mind

You look around each corner
Hoping that she's there
You try to play it cool perhaps
Pretend that you don't care

But it doesn't do a bit of good
You got to seek till you find
Are you never unwind

Try to think
That love is not around
Still it's uncomfortably near

My old heart
Ain't gaining no ground
Because my angel eyes ain't here


Angel eyes
That old devil sent
They glow unbearably bright
Need I say
That my love's misspent
Misspent with angel eyes tonight

So drink up all you people
Order anything you see
Have fun you happy people
The drink and the laugh's on me

Pardon me
But I gotta run
The fact's uncomfortably clear
Gotta find
Who's now number one
And why my angel eyes ain't here
Tell me why my angel eyes ain't here
Excusez moi my angel eyes ain't here
Excuse me while I disappear

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