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