The Loves, Vol III: The Wound · Track 16 · middle
A Wall When the Wall Is Needed (Protective)
Protective
Lyrics
The air is cold enough to break. Don't speak. They have dogs out tonight. I can smell the wet fur on the wind from here. I can hear the snap of a branch under a heavy boot, maybe two miles back. You are trembling beside me. You smell of fear and the river mud we just crossed. Your breath is a white flag in the dark. Your eyes are asking questions I can't answer now. You want to go back. I feel it in the way you pull at my sleeve. But back is a story already written. We are writing a new one. In the dark. With our feet. I am the wall when the wall is needed. I am the door that's barred. I am the hand across your mouth when you forget to be quiet. I am the cold steel in your back, urging you forward. This is that kind of love. Your baby whimpers in the sling. A small sound that could kill us all. I have a little bottle, a drop of sleep on my finger. A mercy that feels like a sin. But my job is not to feel. My job is to get you through the night. There will be a morning. There will be a place where your name is your own. I am compelled to face the danger, but I do not have to fear it. My fear is a luxury I sold for your safety. I am not a person anymore. I am a direction. I am North. I am the wall when the wall is needed. I am the door that's barred. I am the hand across your mouth when you forget to be quiet. I am the cold steel in your back, urging you forward. This is that kind of love. Just a few more miles. Take my hand. The stars are our map. Don't speak. The wall is holding.