♫All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything. ♫

♫All the love gone bad, turned my world to black

Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll be… yeeeeaaaaah♫

He is just going to let this dream drift along, nothing he does is going to change the outcome either way so resisting or trying to change events was pointless. And at least he was sleeping. He stands there with his eyes closed listening to the song and just melting into the wind and texture of the environment.

The station fades the song out too far from the end for his liking and he throws a spanner at it in anger.

You son of a bitch!