I’ll chase you as the night chases the day.
You… you told me once… that you weren’t a hero. Umm… There were times I didn’t even think you were human, but let me tell you this. You were the best man, the most human… human being that I’ve ever known and no one will ever convince me that you told me a lie, so… there. I was so alone… and I owe you so much. But please, there’s just one more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock, for me, don’t be… dead. Would you do that just for me? Just stop it. Stop this.
Cold white skin she’s as pure as an angel
A vision of a maiden with a touch of the devil
Cold hands upon you sink into your core
She’s pure as the driven snow I’m sure
Molly’s told me all about you.
To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen…. And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.
To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman…In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex.
i’ve just got one
And now you’re solving crimes together.