Postcard - Iron & Wine

This postcard tells you where we’ve been

And dirty dreams of pious men

Who wake in fear but sleep again

With what they’ve done, with what they’ve done, with all they’ve done

Some prophet died but wrote it down

Our serpent bell is on the ground

And all the ladies singing loud

«Hallelujah,» «hallelujah,» «hallelujah»

The meadow birds have found the bones of righteous men

Like ragged clothes, like precious stones

And fell like evil in the end, in aid of them

Those evil men, those perfect men

Some knuckle broken on disease

Which pulled a preacher off his knees

A callous whisper through the trees

Blows «patience boy,» «more patience boy,» «more patience boy»

And watch her children by the flame

The ones you gave your father’s name

Whose evil and his love remained

Inside you boy, inside you boy, inside you boy

The meadow birds have found the bones of righteous men

Like ragged clothes, like precious stones

And fell like evil in the end, in aid of them

Those evil men, those perfect men

We’ll sing a song we’ve never heard

Formed out of small forsaken words

And all the while that this occurs

We’ll love you all, we’ll love you all, we’ll love you all

And for the beauty that we’ve lost

The measured time for love it cost

Despite our feelings for the cross

We love you all, we love you all, we love you all