It's an angst-o-rama Scully ode, my apologies to the Stones for filking "Angie" but I was feeling kinda... angsty.

Scully, Scully, when will those EBEs all disappear
Scully, Scully, where will they lead us from here
With low humor in our souls and no flashlights in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Scully, Scully, you can't say we never tried

Scully, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we had a rest
Scully, I do love you, remember all those nights we searched
All the truths we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear
Scully, Scully, where will it lead us from here

Oh, Scully, don't you weep, all your explanations still sound sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Scully, Scully, ain't it time we had a rest

With low humor in our souls and no flashlights in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Scully, I still love you, Doctor
Ev'rywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't an agent that comes close to you
Come on Scully, dry your eyes
But Scully, Scully, ain't it good to be alive
Scully, Scully, they can't say we never tried

Author: Bead

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