The Guards Themselves - Minuit

Who will guard the guards themselves from taking over,

I know you never listened to a single word I told you,

I have the brains to tell you its finished and I’m not coming back now,

I’m not coming back now

You are hotter than

Asphalt in December

You are hotter than

The sun in January

I lost my heart

In the month of February

I’ve got it back now that its March