You’re lookin’ at it wrong, the sky.
True Detective; After You’ve Gone
I don’t think I’ve been very clear with you, Rust. If you were drowning, I’d throw you a fucking barbell.
That evenin’, wasn’t even sundown and he decided it was a good time to invite me over for dinner, which I had a problem with. Alright, ‘cause I’m thinking about Marty’s wife and his two kids, and house and my daughter’s birthday and I know…there’s nothing I can do about it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I’m gonna have a drink.
And rise with me forever
Across the silent sand
And the stars will be your eyes
And the wind will be my hands
Far From Any Road by The Handsome Family