Swiftcurrent Creek Why can't I get just one kiss

Whenever I hear or see the lyrics for that song I always think of Ethan Hawke in the Reality Bites movie.

She emerged—asleep for days—and a swallow of relief was given before the man rose quickly to his paws, the carcass of a beaver enveloped in strong jaws before he deposited it close to her. “Cygnet,” he murmured, ears laid back, eyes roving over her—checking without touching—feeling the surge of anger swell in him once more that this had been done.

No true reason had been fully offered or given—suspicions were certainly heavy in the air, and a certain regret clung to him that he had not made the trespassing girl suffer just a little bit more for what she had done… Had not driven his fangs down to her own face—to take her sight. What she might have done to Cygnet.

Made her live in the same world that Mae suffered through.

Reason had been on his side in that moment, even if his heart felt it a betrayal. A trial to be had, maybe—he did not know. First, he needed his girls to heal.

And then their justice would come to them, in one form or another.