The Anchor and the Healer

[Intro] [section - Jacques - voice, spoken, Marseille accent thick with exhaustion.] "It’s not helping anymore, is it?" [Sound of a single bottle shattering] [Low, steady bass line begins] [Verse: Jacques] The bourbon is bitter... the glass is all gone. I’m tired of hiding... from the dusk 'til the dawn. I saw twenty-three-fifty... in my own damn bed. A girl in the sunlight... where the rust should be instead. I’m sparking, Bianca... I’m losing my grip. I’m becoming a ghost... on a dying-down ship. [Verse: Bianca] The Med-Bay is waiting... it’s aged and it’s deep. A place for the secrets... that the starliner keeps. It’s not cold and silver... it’s not white and new. It’s a room with a soul... that was waiting for you. Give me your hand... let the blue fire dim. We’ll walk through the magnet... on the edge of the rim. [Chorus: Duet] [Jacques - Low]: The bar is my anchor! [Bianca - Mid]: The clinic’s your home! [Together]: Two shadows drifting... through the temporal foam! Step off the deck... where the rust meets the blue. [Bianca]: I’m holding the present... [Jacques]: I’m following you.