ALL:
When do the trumpets cheer?
The curtains close on a kiss, god knows
(faintly) we can tell the end is
near.
BUFFY:
Hey.
ALL: (faintly)
Where do we go from here?
SPIKE:
You should go back inside.
Finish the big group sing. Get your kum-ba-yayas out.
BUFFY:
I don't want to.
SPIKE: (sighs)
The day you suss out what you do want,
there'll probably be a parade.
Seventy-six bloody trombones.
BUFFY:
Spike...
SPIKE:
Look, you don't have to say anything
BUFFY:
I touch the fire and it freezes me.
SPIKE:
I died...
BUFFY:
SPIKE:
I look into it and it's black
So many years ago.
This isn't real
But you can make me
But I just want to feel Feel
As they hold the last note on
"feel" they walk right up to each other.
They finish the song and kiss passionately.
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