Find the guardnIf only she will show her teethnTo their growlnTo their roarnTo her chargenShe flies to what’s become of menBreathe deepnnWith my bronze chestnThrough my iron veilnI bid no reliefnPray you find her wingsnI am at her feetnShe is my guardnThe candle to my cheeknnShe flies to menWith her golden locksnAnd a sharpened sword she’ll never sheathennBut we are face-downnAnd we still refuse to show our teethnAnd she still returns to mennCan I bury my blade as deep as she?nnDare you not show your teeth?nFor our arms have turned to waxnAnd they are melting fast, (fast)nWill I stand beside my guard?nnOh now I have learned nTo protect my dear left shouldernnFrom beside my guardnI feel so much morenI can see the tempters marchingnAnd I can hear their roarnOh how meek a sound they makenOnce we learn to listennWith unsewn ears,nAnd tangle fears out of the equationnRunning back from everythingnJust to warn, their swords are feathersnAnd of their tethered stringsn