Guarding The Baby - Dirty Projectors

What weight is this

Laid down on top of me?

What way is this

Labored by another name?

Oh, they don’t care

The winter is on by the spring

Please don’t offer me a chair, man

Put the gloves away, it’s bare hands

Choose along the way to wastelands

Me, alone guarding the baby

No way we’ll win

Played like Monopoly

So obstinate

Late for apology

No great escape

Single teardrops from your face

Please don’t operate on stillness

Put those arms away, we’re stalemate

Whose alarm we ring, not helping

You, no future for a baby