`` we 're going now , '' clay said . building , ever building , each song louder than the one before , if that were possible . and where he 's headed is going to make this stretch of agony seem like nothing but spikes under fingernails . '' one by one , he gives the girls his love and asks me to wait up for him . `` what ... what did he look like ? '' no doubt shed be exhausted today . youre death , of course you know . but we enjoy an abundance , my angels . 