I'm going to stay awake tonight just to watch this town catch fire. Love is to fight the fight. And we are 2 lovers, 2 horses, 6 guns and sawed-off rifles. A modern day Bonnie and Clyde.Barricaded inside our cabin, we heard the Sheriff and his posse ride up. They shouted their last orders and we knew that even if we only lasted one more night, at least we could fight... and fight a fire.
With our backs against the door, rifle's locked and loaded for one last blast, I handed her the note with instructions to bury my heart in Sierra Leone. On the count of three: we breathed regret, ate remorse and drank to torture. Well aware that we were never coming back.
Rising towards the windows we heard the shots, we heard the horses and saw the colors of the flag. We knew the calvary had come to take us dead or alive and we took our chances. We chose to fall down standing up.
