Jan 27, 2011 00:20
"She left a week to roam
Your protector's coming home
Keep your secrets with you, girl
Safe from the outside world
You walk along the stream
Your head caught in a waking dream
Your protector's coming home
As you lay to die beside me, baby
On the morning the shootin' came
Would you wait for me?"
- "Your Protector" by Fleet Foxes