So.

Call me crazy, fellow lovers-of-C/A, but doesn't the lyrics of this song (by my hunk of burning lover man, Sting) fit - to a tee - post-Epiphany Angel when he's trying, desperately, to rebuild his relationship with Cordelia?


Under the ruins of a walled city
Crumbling towers in beams of yellow light
No flags of truce, no cries of pity
the siege guns had been pounding through the night

It took a day to build the city
We walked through its streets in the afternoon
As I returned across the fields I'd known
I recognized the walls that I once made
Had to stop in my tracks for fear
Of walking on the mines I'd laid

And if I built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge, for I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire

Then I went off to fight some battle
That I'd invented inside my head
Away so long for years and years
You probably thought or even wished that I was dead

While the armies are all sleeping
Beneath that tattered flag we'd made
I had to stop in my tracks for fear
Of walking on the mines I'd laid

And if I built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge, for I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire

The prison has now become your home
a sentence you seem prepared to pay
It took a day to build the city
We walked through its streets in the afternoon
As I returned across the lands I'd known
I recognized the fields where I once played
I had to stop in my tracks for fear
Of walking on the mines I'd laid

And if I built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge, for I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire


Now, I'm not a vidder, I don't have the talent, but um, it would make an awesome vid.

Wouldn't it?

*blinks*