He had always been a bit of an insomniac. Staying up into all hours of the night working on inventions and experiments made it nearly impossible for Donatello to shut off his brain and get solid sleep, especially now that he was miles away from his own bed.
And so he stared. He created shapes in the ceiling, cast by the shadows of his candle-lit lantern. But there always seemed to be a face stained there, staring straight back at him.
She had kissed him earlier that evening, so near his mouth he could almost taste her. What he wouldn’t have done to turn slightly so their lips had met.
Donatello could not help but feel like there was more intention behind that kiss than the others. Much more. But no, after the incident with Bigfoot, he could no longer give himself the false hope that April could ever love him.
He mentally erased all the shape
Somehow the sewers
Seem a little cleaner
From the very moment I see April come in the lair
It feels like someone
Lit a roaring fire
But it's just the glow I get when April comes in the lair
The battered stairway
Stands a little prouder
And Mikey's artificial flowers might even bloom
I can feel my heartbeat
Beat a little louder
The very moment I see April come in the lair
LEO, RAPH & MIKEY:
The neon lighting
Seems a little brighter
I can hear the arcade machines playin' a gorgeous song
Plus grouchy Raphy
Seems a bit politer
It's his way of saying "Well done bro, you've won where I can't"
The day you met us
Was a hidden blessing
You brought new love and light and laughter
into our gloom
But I can feel my heartbeat
Beat a little faster
And I can swiftly shed the strain of training
The very moment her first footstep appears
The very moment I see April