All language subtitles for Queen Sugar s04e04_English

[Woman]
Previously on Queen Sugar...

You believe everything
you read?

This book was written
by somebody I trust.

-Jimmy Dale.
-Oh, hey, Nova.
Good to see you again.

What'’s he talking about?

Did she write about
our past?

-You gonna show your face
in our house?
-I ain'’t the one, boy.

No! You'’re gonna
kill him!

There are things goin'’ on
that shouldn'’t be, Charley.

My intention wasn'’t
to hurt anyone.

This is the last time
I let you in this house,

Nova Bordelon.

[Nova] Be sure to check
the mail every other day

and water the plants
once a week.

And no wild parties
with your friends.

No private parties
with Keke.

[both laugh]

Nah, no worries
about that.

Keke ain'’t even answering
my texts lately.

Seems like I can'’t
do anything right.

Are you sure you'’re up
to doing this?

I don'’t want to cause problems
between you and your mom.

It'’s all good.

The drive up will give
me time to think

about what I'’m doing
with my life.

There'’s been a lot
going on since...

since I got back.

Well, if it makes you
feel any better,

I don'’t know what I'm doing
with my life right now either.

[both laugh]

Right.

They'’re really not coming
to your book signing tomorrow?

I don'’t know.

-I hope they do.
-I don'’t know why they think

the silent treatment
is going to solve anything.

There was a lot of anger
in the moment, but it'’ll pass.

I don'’t know.

It'’s like when my
mom and dad broke up,

I didn'’t think
that we would get

to where we could be
in the same room again.

But y'’all got through it.

It wasn'’t overnight,

but you got there.

It'’s the same
with this.

All I can do is let
everybody know I love them

and how important
they are to me.

Given time,
this will blow over.

Hopefully.

[sighs]

Well, I love you.

I love you too.

-You'’re important to me.
-Yes.

Oh, Micah.

[theme music playing]

Dreams never die

Take flight
as the world turns

Dreams never die

Take flight
as the world turns

Keep the colors
in the lines

Take flight

Dreams never die

Keep the colors
in the lines

Keep the colors
in the lines, take flight

Baby, you'’ve been up
since the middle of the night.

You feeling okay?

I couldn'’t sleep.
I just...

got all these recipes
running through my head.

Chère, we ain'’t got
to do it right now,

but at some point
we need to talk about it.

Talk about him.

Don'’t waste your time
thinking about no Jimmy Dale,

because I'’m not.

Really?

Vi, you and the whole family
ain'’t talking to Nova

because of him.

Not supposed to mention
her neither.

And as for that fool,

you got rid of him,
which I do appreciate.

And I can'’t tell
you how much.

And that'’s all
I'’m thinking about.

You know I got you.

No matter what.

So why don'’t you, uh,

come on to the back
and be with me.

I'’m gonna be back
in a minute, okay?

[sighs]

Your team
set up fast.

This space is ideal.

Hmm.

-No rain.
-No bugs.

More sanitary and private.

Way back here,
deep in the barracks.

It'’s perfect.

Thank you.

I'’m just glad it worked.

You made it work.

So, bravo to you.

It'’s not too busy,
though.

No, no, it'’ll take
some time for people

to start feeling safe
to come in.

But we'’ve spread the word that
we'’re a designated safe zone.

A sensitive location, right?

No ICE raids allowed--

I know, but with all
the hate in the air,

people are afraid
of ICE regardless.

I mean, they'’re raiding
schools and churches.

Oh, God.

Nowhere is truly safe.

We have a visitor.

[Micah] Hey.

What'’s...what's going on?

Uh...what'’s going on is...

we opened our old home
as a word-of-mouth clinic

-for migrant workers.
-"We"?

Oh.

Let me introduce...

Romero Rodriguez,
my son, Micah.

[Romero]
Pleased to meet you.

Yeah, good to meet you.

Romero works
as a physician assistant

at St. Josephine'’s Hospital.

And he also treats migrant
workers at the border

and throughout the parish.

Oh, wow. That'’s dope.

Your mom is providing a great
service to the community.

Okay, well, Romero and his team
will be running the clinic.

I just provided the space.

Excuse me.

It was great
to meet you, Micah.

Yeah, you too.

[cell phone chimes]

-Everything okay?
-[sighs]

This is the investigator
that I hired

to look into those letters.

Did they figure out
who it was?

Yeah. The police have him.

Thankfully, he wasn'’t tied
to anything organized.

Just one of those bored,
hateful men

spending too much time
in basements.

Why'’d he come after me?

Because you'’re out there
trying to change things.

I mean, you'’re not
the only one he'’s done this to.

Thank you for
taking care of it, Mom.

Not everyone
could have handled this.

But you did.

I'’m proud of you.

You'’re needed
out front, baby.

I got to get this order
for Ralph Angel ready

for his new program.

Oh, baby, let Rhonda
take care of that.

The place is called
Vi'’s Prized Pies & Diner.

Folks came to see Vi.

[loud clatter]

Rhonda, you got to watch
what the hell you doing.

I'’m sorry, Miss Violet,
I was just trying to...

I just don'’t have time
for no mess today.

I'’m the one who's sorry.

I just didn'’t sleep well
last night,

so I'’m a little on edge.

-Forgive me.
-Look here, baby,

you go ahead and handle
back here.

I'’ll take care
of up front, all right?

We a team, right?

-What up?
-All right.

-What'’s up, Aunt Vi?
-Hey.

Smells good in here.

Everything almost ready?

Just about. What you doing
coming through the back door?

Your niece out front again.

Rhonda.

Handle that.

Yes, ma'’am.

[upbeat pop music playing]

Miss Nova, I love you
and I'’m so sorry.

But Miss Violet ain'’t changed
her mind about you visiting.

Same as yesterday
and the day before.

Okay, I hear you.

But could you please tell
Aunt Vi or Hollywood I--

It'’s no use.
Soon as I say "Nova said,"

I get the hand to the face
and a frosty attitude.

She ain'’t ready
to hear from you.

I'’m sorry.

Welcome. Come on in.

-How are you doing?
-All right.

[door creaks closed]

[Ralph Angel]
I was like y'’all.

Fresh out.

Looking for a second chance.

Something different.

That'’s what made me want
to do this program.

Named it after my daddy.

He was my lifesaver.

Same way this farm
could be for you.

Y'’all met Benny.

It'’s hard work.
He'’ll tell you.

-Early mornings, sweating.
-Yes, sir.

Got to get
your hands dirty.

It'’s hard labor.

But out here
you ain'’t working for the man.

Ain'’t nothing but space,
feel me?

So make it beautiful.

Is it steady pay, though?

I mean, I hear that
farmer'’s pay is irregular.

If you looking
for a office job,

you ain'’t going to find
that on the farm.

Y'’all look around.

We got about, like,
ten of y'’all.

Huh?

Statistics say, what,

half of y'’all be back
in six months.

My job is to make sure
y'’all ain't part of that half.

All right, then.

Pies and paperwork.

Some coffee inside.

Y'’all fill that out and let's
get this thing started.

-You say you got pies, man?
-[indistinct chattering]

So am I right?
Is something off?

Yeah, something'’s real wrong.

That worthless land purchase
in the Landry board minutes?

So the permits were misfiled--
On purpose, I'’m sure--

To hide their plans

to develop a business center
on the site.

But it'’s in the middle
of nowhere.

Not for long.

That new highway?

Yeah, the one routed
through St. Thomas?

Not anymore.

The new route will cut
right through St. Jo.

So word is they'’re
putting everything

behind Jacob Boudreaux

taking Barrera'’s seat
on the city council.

Jacob? Why would they...?

Of course.

To make sure the city council
doesn'’t fight back.

[scoffs]

Wait.

Am I reading this right?

This route guts most
of the black farmers'’ land.

It guts our land.

I should have known.

[hip-hop music playing]

[Ralph Angel, over phone]
This is Ralph Angel.

Can'’t get to my phone
right now.

-Leave a message.
-[answering machine beeps]

I leave in two days,
Ralph Angel.

Please call me back.

I love you.

[sighs]

[cell phone rings]

[cell phone beeps]

Hey, Deborah.
How are things going?

[Deborah, on phone]
Are you sitting down?

Yes, I'’m sitting.
What'’s up?

That glowing
New York Times review,

it'’s now a six-week
national tour.

Six weeks? Seriously?

First stop: Houston.

Then the Big Apple, Nova.

Boston, Chicago,

San Francisco and Atlanta.

Are you still there?

Yes. I'’m here.

Give me a minute.

[sighs]

All this from
the Timesreview?

Yes, Miss
Soon-to-be-Bestselling-Author.

Wow.

A national tour
for a debut book.

Deborah, I just don'’t
have the words.

Thank you.

This is wonderful.

Enjoy the moment, Nova.
See you soon.

Yes. See you soon.

[phone beeps off]

Wow.

You have been working
real hard this morning.

And I appreciate it.

Now you go take a break

before the lunch hour gets here.

[man] No, no, I didn'’t marry her
for her cooking.

[man laughs]

In the beginning, I was the only
cook in the house.

[laughs]

But she didn'’t like that,
mm-mm, no.

So she learned.

[continues indistinct]

Man, I tell you,
that'’s what love will do.

Hey, hey.
Hey, Vi, am I right?

My Clare learned to cook
almost as good as you.

Good enough to make him
a stranger at the High Yellow.

We couldn'’t compete.

Yeah. I...

I miss that woman.

See y'’all later.

Take care of yourself, baby.

Thank you for meeting me.

Not a problem.

So you'’ve heard the news?

About Jacob running
for your city council seat?

I swear, these people.

It was a hard decision
to step down.

Wait, you'’re...

Isabel, please don'’t.

Hold your seat.
Help me stop this highway.

It'’s just not worth
running up against

Jacob Boudreaux
and that family.

We could have formed
a coalition.

I will fully support
your campaign.

You'’re barking up
the wrong tree, Charley.

I'’m stepping down because
I know a brick wall coming at me

when I see one.

You didn'’t choose this.

They got to you somehow,
didn'’t they?

That highway
can'’t be stopped.

There'’s too many deep pockets
that want to get deeper

that are fully invested
in ensuring that it happens.

That'’s what they said about
the prison, but we stopped that.

The prison was a state project.

The highway is federal.

It involves more money

and more stakeholders
who are willing

to sell their mother down
the river to see this happen.

Why do you think the Landrys
let go of the prison so easily?

They already had a backup plan
to cash out.

A bigger plan.

The prison fight didn'’t
seem easy to me.

It'’ll seem like child's play
if you try to stop this highway.

We can do this.
Together.

Form a solid,
grassroots campaign.

[speaks Spanish]

Choose your battles,

and know when to throw
in the towel.

We can'’t win them all.

[laughter and chattering]

[cell phone chimes]

Charley, good to see you.

And you.

Good to have you back
in town, Frances.

Aw.

I took the liberty
of ordering for you.

-No, thank you.
-All right.

I don'’t appreciate
being handled.

The board minutes
I'’ve received are a farce.

A smoke screen.

If there was an error,

I'’m sure it was
a clerical oversight.

Omitting your highway proposal
to gut St. Jo

and take over half of Bordelon
land is not an oversight.

Please stop taking
everything personally.

My family is losing
land as well--

In exchange for a lucrative
business enterprise.

And, as a Landry shareholder,
you will profit too.

Land is the only thing
God is not making any more of,

so it'’s a blood sport.

And you know it.

Which is why I will not
see my family

and the black farmers
of St. Jo

thrown away like trash.

You know, 40 years ago
you'’d be lucky

to be allowed to clean
toilets here.

And yet, you just walked
across these grounds like...

like you own the damn place.

You'’re not one of them.

I read your sister'’s book.

You...

conquered the league

and turned a basketball player
into an empire.

[laughs]

Only a stone-cold capitalist
knows how to do that.

We'’re more alike than not.

You think my sister'’s
sentimental drivel

has given you insight into
who I am and what I'’ve done?

You don'’t know the half.

So let me fill you in.

You wouldn'’t make it
one day in Hollywood

or professional basketball.

And, as you said,

I conquered them both.

So, what do you think
I'’m going to do to Jacob

when he tries to run
for office for you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I know about that too.

I really appreciate you
getting me all this,

but why not just make
me a playlist?

-Playlist?
-Yeah.

-[laughs] Are you serious?
-Current times.

Yeah, you'’re clearly
not a musician.

Digital just can'’t capture
the full sound like vinyl.

-Hmm.
-You know?

Music deserves a fully
immersive experience.

You got to let yourself
be transported.

Vinyl is the key.

Okay, okay. I got it.

We will test this theory
when you'’re finished.

Okay. I'’m telling you.

When the needle hits the groove,
ooh-wee, it'’s like magic.

You'’ll see.

Voilà.

-[soul music playing]
-Turntable for my lady.

-[engine idling loudly]
-Turn it off.

-Huh?
-Turn it off. Quick.

There you go.

Now stop right here.

-[turns engine off]
-That'’s how you do it.

Pop! Mr. Benny
let me hold the wheel,

and it'’s like
riding a dragon.

What you know about
riding a dragon, huh?

I know everything
about dragons.

[chuckles]
Go inside.

Get some lemonade.

-Let me talk to Mr. Benny.
-All right.

-I'’ll be back.
-Come on, player.

There you go.

Go wash your hands.

-[Blue] I will.
-Nasty!

[sighs]

Tell me what you think.

This thing going to work?

I think so.

Feel good helping out
our people, huh?

It does.

And I appreciate
you helping me out.

Man, ain'’t no thing.

You know I got you.

Hey, man...

you mind if I ask you
something personal?

[scoffs]

What'’s up?

I don'’t mean to get into your
business or nothing like that,

but is it true what I'’m hearing
about, you know, you and Blue?

Man, what you hear?

Listen, I ain'’t mean
no harm by what I'’m saying.

Just want to give props to
you for being a father to Blue.

My biological never
stepped up for me

the way you do
for your son.

That'’s all I'm saying.

I'’m proud to be working
for a brother

doing the right thing.

Nothing but respect, man.

-Keep it up.
-Appreciate that.

[sighs]

[doorbell rings]

Micah!

It'’s your dad!

[footsteps rushing]

-Hey.
-What'’s up?

Hey.

Come on in.

-Hi.
-Hey.

Oh. Hey, Charley.

Micah didn'’t mention
you were home.

Yeah, I didn'’t...
I didn'’t hear you come in.

Yeah, um...

Well, I said I had
a surprise for you.

Let me introduce
you to my daughter...

Tia.

Micah'’s sister.

Well, this is a surprise.

Tia?

What a pretty name.

Thank you.

I like your name too.

Well, it'’s a nickname
for Charlotte.

So, Micah...

now that you'’ve met your sister,

perhaps you two could get
to know each other better.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Charley, we'’re planning
breakfast together.

You know, how about
if you joined us?

You know?

Have a nice
family gathering, and...

and I can tell you about
some news I need to share.

I think you'’ve
shared enough, Davis.

Tia, let'’s...

you want to grab
a soda?

Go ahead. It'’s fine.

I don'’t know what
your news is, Davis...

but I will not be whatever
it is you want me to be.

Some kind of surrogate
mom for that child.

Okay, I get that.

But, Charley, you'’re going
to have to face the truth.

That child is innocent
and here to stay.

I know that.

What I wanted to tell you

is that I'’m retiring
from playing basketball.

I'’m taking the head coaching job
at Bayou State University,

and it'’ll be
announced soon, so--

Good for you.

Tia will be welcome
here anytime

to visit Micah.

But I won'’t be back-doored
into raising your kid, Davis.

This is on you.

You kept this secret
for 13 years.

You laid
with Tia'’s mom.

You led a double life.
Not me.

So this, all this,

is your responsibility.

Right, she is Micah'’s sister.

Yes, I know
how biology works.

[sighs]

Enjoy your time
with your children, Davis.

I wish you well.

And God help
that poor girl.

-[cameras click]
-Ladies and gentlemen,

the woman the
New York Timescalls

a luminous new voice,

the incomparable
Nova Bordelon.

[applause]

Thank you.

I am happy to share this work
of uncompromising love.

What I will be reading today

is actually a last-minute
addition to the book.

I wasn'’t sure if I was
brave enough to include it.

Still not.

It asks tough questions
about what good people

have to do in order
to carve out

a safe place
in a dangerous world.

From the chapter
"Buried Memories."

"I loved my father
beyond measure,

and I learned to love
whatever he loved,

so any time we spent together
would become glorious time.

Often that meant
just the two of us,

at the lake.

This one morning,
we went to get bait

at a gas station
near Lake Verret.

I waited in the truck
in eager anticipation

of our day.

But when my father returned,
he didn'’t have any bait.

But he did have a busted lip

and a look of anger
and humiliation on his face.

I saw three white men smiling.

I didn'’t get it then.

But as an adult,

I now understand the veiled
catcalls they uttered that day.

They were threats
of sexual violence,

of what they planned
to do to me,

a 10-year-old black girl,

when her father wasn'’t around.

Daddy kept a close watch
over me after that.

But I had a secret.

I liked to wander
through the cane at night.

I loved the richness
of the land.

It was me alone
and safe in my world.

It was about a week after
that aborted fishing trip.

I was out in the night
and saw Daddy

digging a deep hole
in the field.

I couldn'’t tell
what was happening,

until he pushed
a dark mound of something

I couldn'’t quite see
into the hole

and began to shovel
the land back in place.

Daddy never saw
me standing watch,

and I never asked
him about that night.

I was too scared to know

what it might have been.

That was the last time

I went out into
the cane at night.

My natural connection
to the land,

my birthright,

was buried
with whatever my father

put in the earth.

All I know for sure is

I never saw
those white men again.

And my daddy never again

took me fishing."

[applause]

[hip-hop music playing]

[camera shutters clicking]

Thanks.

Chantal. Wow.

Nova.

[laughs]

I wasn'’t expecting
to see you. Wow.

Aww.

I'’m really happy
to see you.

I'’m really glad
you came.

Of course.

I wouldn'’t have missed
this for the world.

I know, just because things
didn'’t work out between us

doesn'’t mean that I'm not
still happy for you, Nova.

And I am. Your words
are so beautiful,

and they are so powerful.

I'’m so proud of you.

That means a lot to me.

I'’m not used to this from you.

It'’s...

It means a lot.

Yeah, well, I have been
working on myself,

so I'’m able to say that now.

[both laugh]

I mean, we all got
to grow, right?

Right. It'’s hard, though.

Oh, but it'’s so worth it.

Indeed.

So, listen,
did you come alone?

I didn'’t see
your family.

Are you good?

My nephew Micah is here.

Things are good.

Just complicated.

Understood.

Well, if you want
a little company later,

so you know,
I can be a friendly ear

if you want to talk...

or anything.

-Or come by my place?
-That'’s a tempting offer.

[clears throat]

But I got plans later.

Well, you enjoy
your moment.

Maybe next time.

[Darla]
"It was the kind of place

that only rents rooms
by the hour.

Star, in her
drug-fueled haze,

was splayed out on the bed,

eyes rolled toward
the ceiling,

drifting in and out
of consciousness.

All the while,
a snaggle-toothed john,

stinking of stale cigarettes
and cheap whiskey,

was on top of her,
sweating and pumping away.

There was no tenderness,

only the stench of desperation
and soiled sheets.

Discarded in the corner
was her baby,

sleeping fitfully--"

How could you do this?

How could you write
about my past?

Let'’s talk. I did things
differently with you.

I didn'’t use your name and
changed identifying information.

-The world won'’t know it's you.
-Think I'’m worried about
the world?

Anyone in St. Jo
with half a brain

will figure out that
you are talking about me.

This will expose my old life
to my new world.

I really took pains
to protect you, Darla.

And if someone does
find out, think about it.

Your story of resilience,
strength, and honesty

is one to be proud of.

This will destroy the life

that I have worked
so hard to build.

People need to hear
that someone in your situation

can thrive.

I hoped you of all people
would understand.

Why me of all people?

Because you told Ralph Angel
the truth about Blue,

despite the pain
you knew it would cause.

It'’s an inspiration
and example

of the power of truth
to heal the past.

Did you even consider my son

hearing these things
about his mother?

What I used to do?

Who I used to be?

-Your identity is safe, Darla.
-No!

You wrote that I used to steal
to feed my addiction.

But you just published
a book full of memories

that you have stolen.

You are the thief.

Do not touch me!

Don'’t ever come near
me or Blue again.

You'’re lower than I ever was.

I'’ve been trying
for so long

To read the writing
on the wall

Everyone to blame but me

And now I see...

[door opens]

Hey.

[Charley]
You look happy.

I guess you had fun.

It was cool.

You can tell me, Micah.
It'’s all right.

You should have
been there.

There was this, like,
promotional film.

Two families
who had read the book

were inspired to work
through their differences.

You should see it.

The whole family
should see it.

I'’m glad you found
value in it.

I did. But the best part was

when Aunt Nova read a passage
about Granddad, though.

But you knew about
Daddy'’s depression

from the New Yorkerpiece.

Well, no,
this was different.

It sounded like,
you know,

Grandpa had to protect Aunt Nova
when she was a kid.

What are you talking about?

Well, I guess it wasn'’t
in the manuscript.

Aunt Nova wasn'’t sure
about adding it,

but it just shows how,
sometimes,

justice has to be taken.

[pop music playing]

[cell phone beeps]

[line ringing]

-Hi.
-Hey. Chantal.

Hope it'’s not too
late to call.

No.

But it depends on why
you'’re calling.

Just wondering if you wanted
to get together after all.

-Come over.
-Wow.

So you know where
I am at, Nova, right?

Yes.

Then why didn'’t
you just come here?

To me?

So now you want to call late,
have me leave

and come to you like we'’re
Tinder buddies or something?

[scoffs] No.

[Chantal sighs]

You always did want everything
done on your terms, Nova.

That'’s not what I'm doing.

Look, I'’ve been working on me.

Now it'’s time for you
to work on you.

If you want me to be a friendly ear to listen to you,

I can do that.

Do you want to talk about
what'’s been going on

with why your family,

and why they weren'’t
at the book launch?

You know,
I think I'’m good.

I'’ll just call it a night.

Early flight tomorrow.

Thanks, Chantal.

[drops phone]

[sighs]

I thought we agreed
to leave Nova alone.

What makes you think
I need to hear anything

that girl has to say?

Because it'’s about Daddy.

Micah heard Nova read a story
at the book launch tonight

that wasn'’t in the copy
that she gave us.

It'’s about a fishing trip.

They were hassled
by some white men.

I don'’t need to hear this.

Aunt Vi...

what do you know?

I don'’t know nothing...

except God don'’t like ugly.

And he don'’t need
my help, yours,

or Ernest'’s to
take care of business.

Okay, what do you suspect?

Lord have mercy.

[sighs]

I never knew for sure,

but I suspect

that something happened
to those wretched men.

You saying Daddy
did something to them?

Or somebody else
they hurt or did wrong.

And you never
said anything?

Why y'’all think you need
to know every damn thing?

Just like Nova.

Think you got a right

to what everybody holds
in their soul?

You don'’t.

All I know is,
is that after that fishing trip,

Ernest wouldn'’t take his eyes
off Nova, he was so worried.

Then one day he wasn'’t
worried no more.

Do I think that my brother
carried a burden to his grave?

Yes.

Do I know what it was
for sure?

No.

And I don'’t want to know.

Yeah, well, maybe he didn'’t need
to carry all that alone.

Maybe he wanted
to carry it alone.

Not all dark corners
need light.

Sometimes I think that
Jimmy Dale is my dark corner.

Maybe this was your daddy'’s.

Way I see it,

as long as you ain'’t
hurting nobody,

everybody got a right

to keep some things
between themselves and God.

You need something
to be able to talk about

on judgment day.

[sniffling and sobbing]

She wrote about it.

About me.

She wrote
about all of it.

[sobbing]

-[water running]
-Baby, you coming to bed soon?

[Violet]
I'’m going to take a quick bath.

[cries]

[muffled sobs]

If I leave
will you promise me

That you won'’t follow?

You would treat your lies
like performances

At the Apollo

All the schemes and
the plots and the kids

Make me crazy

Like our love story'’s written by Martin Scorsese

Make your bed
and you lie in it

That'’s just what happens...

[Ralph Angel, on phone]
This is Ralph Angel.

Can'’t get to my phone
right now.

-Leave a message.
-[phone beeps off]

I was foolish to think
that this could be forever

[Charley, on phone]
Hi, this is Charley Bordelon.

I can'’t get to
the phone right now,
so please leave--

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh

Dreams of letting go...

[Violet, on phone] You'’ve reached Violet Bordelon.

I am unable to answer
the phone right now,

so please leave your message
and I'’ll return it.

[phone beeps off]

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh

You do whatever you want
and you blame it on passion

[starts engine]

Can we go separate ways
in an orderly fashion?

Do I have to explain
why we can'’t be together?

'’Cause the list is so long
it would take me forever

I had that I still think
about us together

I was foolish to think
that this could be forever

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh

Dreams of letting go

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

[woman]
Go, Ree-Ree.