Beggars - Bombay Bicycle Club

Your guard isn’t on, your barriers open

Your words have now got, the whole town waiting

My army is down, my company old

And leaving, quiet and burned

Those nights we sought all the words

And if i could have one more guardian on the wall

Riding a fleet of beggars and cons

Taking it back, it won’t be long

Your name you have kept, the part you’ve taken

So carefully planned, each word you’ve spoken

My army is down, my company old

And leaving, quiet and burned

Those nights we sought all the words

And if i could have one more guardian on the wall

Riding a fleet of beggars and cons

Taking it back, it won’t be long