Safe And Sound By Capital Cities Lyrics Novels & Stories

The door remained slightly open, and for the first time in years, I fell asleep without fear, without nightmares, without waiting for disaster—just the steady sound of the engines, the warmth of the afternoon sun spilling through the windows, and the certainty that Alex was only a few steps away. Safe. I was safe. The realization followed me into sleep, and it was the last thing I felt before darkness finally claimed me.

Just a tight hug to feel safe. ____ A. Gupta

He had broken his skull at the foot of the hill. Blood flowed down the steps, a gruesome sight. But I barely glanced at it, feeling nothing inside. John pulled out my favorite candy from his backpack and smiled. "Shall we go home?" I turned my head slightly, smiling as I took his hand. "Let's go home." Sunlight pierced through the clouds, bathing the path ahead in warm light. He held my hand firmly, his steps steady and sure, as if nothing in the world could touch us. The road ahead was still long, but with John by my side, I feared no storm. With him as my safe harbor, I felt my heart bursting with love, ready to face the future.

Chapter 11 “You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now, come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound,” - Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars "Get out Lindsay. Now." Caleb said, holding me tighter to him. Lindsay stood her ground and glared at me. "No. She's trying to take my mate away from me. I will not allow it. Get off him you slut." I slowly let go of Caleb's waist and tried to back away but he growled and held me tighter to him.

The silk lining slides against my bare arms, and suddenly I’m cocooned in evidence of his care, surrounded by the kind of quiet consideration I’d convinced myself didn’t actually exist. “Let me take you somewhere safe,” he says quietly, his voice pitched low enough that only I can hear it over the distant hum of city traffic. Safe. When was the last time anywhere felt safe? When was the last time someone offered me safety without expecting something in return? I nod because speaking feels impossible because my throat is closed with tears and terror and the dangerous possibility that maybe—not every kindness is a manipulation waiting to be revealed.

Strength is movement that survives you. On the anniversary no one marks, I walk the city at night alone. No guards. No recognition. I hear laughter. Disagreements. Music that misses its mark and keeps going anyway. The city is not safe. It is not stable. It is not finished. It is alive. And for the first time in my life, I trust it completely. Because there is nothing left to save. Only something left to live. Together.

I guess I looked a bit shocked as His words said as much. "Baby girl, I told you," He spoke in a low tone. "You are not going to get punished anymore. You are important to me. You did however ask what the word safe was. Well, safe means no more pain. No more punishment or getting in trouble. Let me think of an example to help you figure this out. Alright, do you remember when you needed to relieve yourself as I came around the corner there? You were about to fall to the ground and get hurt. I kept you safe. I kept you from getting hurt. I saved you from imminent pain. No more pain, no more getting hurt when I am here to protect you. Does that help better explain what I mean when I say you ar

He seemed embarrassed when he started talking. "It's the only way for us to survive in this cruel city. This is where we die. In Capital City, everyone does their best to survive and not far from that enchanting impression you had when you arrived, the realities of this city are much darker and crueler. Capital City is a reflection of the darkness of living beings, so since you will now have to live there, you will have to gain maturity and no longer let yourself be led by the nose in this city. Don't be so naive, to begin with."

The city was still chaotic, still unpredictable—but in this moment, surrounded by people who mattered, I finally felt… at peace. Jimmy leaned over, voice low but steady. “Whatever comes next, we face it together. No more secrets. No more shadows.” I nodded, a soft smile on my lips. “Together.” And as the music played, the lights sparkled, and the city hummed below, I knew this was exactly where I was meant to be. Safe. Free. And surrounded by those who truly mattered. The past was behind us, and the future was ours to write.

Yet silence lingered in its wake, A fragile calm that felt… too fake. The city rose like glass and steel, A place where wounds could almost heal. Where names could change and pasts could fade, And ghosts were easier to evade. Giovanni drove with steady hands, Her focus locked, her heart in strands. Beside her, Leo hummed a tune, Unaware of how life had shifted too soon. “Are we safe now?” he asked at last, A child still tethered to the past. She glanced at him, her voice held tight, “We’re safer… but not free from fight.” He nodded slow, as if he knew That safety wasn’t something true.