Our eyes will adjust
thank god for the moon
maybe it's not the moon at all -
I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street
bah humbug!
bah humbug...
cold hands
yours too. Big. Like my father's.
Do you wanna dance?
...with you?
No - with my father.
...I'm Roger.
They call me
they call me
Mimiiiiiiiii!
- this is the end of Light My Candle, from RENT. It's on repeat inside my head....