Fix you

Singing, santa and spiders

Leo POV

I cleared my voice and started singing....

"Something's in the air tonight

The sky's alive with a burning light" I sang as I lifted my hand in the air and caught it on fire the lowered it.

"You can mark my word something's about to break." Me

"And I've found myself in a bitter fight,

While I've held your hand through the darkest night,

Don't know where you're coming from, but you're coming soon" I hope he's coming soon.

"To a kid from New York by the way of California

All of this is more then I've ever knew or seen" I never knew I could miss someone this much that I've only dated for like a day

"Come on and we'll sing, like we we're free,

Push the Pedal down and watch the world around us fly by us,

Come in and we'll try, one last time,

I'm on the floor one more time to find you,

And here we go there's nothing left to choose,

And here we go we have nothing left to lose." but each other.

"So I' pack Argo II and I will head east,

Where I'll feel my fire and a sweet release,

There's a fire in those hills and they're coming down,

And I don't know how, but I found you here in May,

And I cannot wait another day,

Don't know where you're coming from, but you're coming soon." I hope you're coming soon.

"To a kid from New York by the way of California,

All of this is more then I've ever known or seen" ever.

"Come on and we'll sing, like we we're free,

Push the Pedal down and watch the world around us fly by us,

Come in and we'll try, one last time,

I'm on the floor one more time to find you,

And here we go there's nothing left to choose,

And here we go we have nothing left to lose,

So I' pack Argo II and I will head east,

Where I'll feel my fire and a sweet release,

There's a fire in those hills and they're coming down,

And I don't know how, but I found you here in May,

And I cannot wait another day,

Don't know where you're coming from, but you're coming soon." Dear Olympus I hope you're coming soon.

"I can still hear the monsters out my window,

From Hobart street to here in camp half blood,

I still can smell the pomegranates grow,

And I don't know how hard this wind will blow,