Sylvie Hill

Protection.

The guy in the back says nothing
Until it’s time to pour the whiskey
The girl pipes up and she starts talking
Asks about the band, where they’re from and he says something.

Don’t make them speak
Just pour the drinks.
The only sign of friendship here is a “yes.”

And she asks for a cigarette
And he offers protection.

It’s been a long week in this town
Playing festival stages so many new faces around
And the midnight parties have got him down
He thinks she’s stupid and she thinks he might be dumb.

Don’t make them speak
Just pour the drinks.
The only sign of friendship here is a “yes.”

And she puts out her cigarette
And he puts on protection.

They stay closed as they get close
without their clothes on.
No one opens hearts here: just protection.

Get it on.
Get it on.

© Sylvie Hill