A/N: Listening to Mumford & Son's "White Blank Page."

He could carry her over troubled waters,

Like he carries the form of a bride on the screen.

He could take her from her mother's

Knocking knuckles, bleeding eyes, beating heart.

He could protect her but he couldn't save her.

His arms, that lead my chorus of triggers,

Want to bring her to life in this trailer-trash world.

Their fingers will interlock and she might scream.

Last year we dreamed this would happen.

He will protect her but he won't save her.