The Night Descending - Iron, Wine

Black hair, the night descending

Baby never puts her trust in

Tight black tie too quick to laughter

Ain’t no telling what he’s after

Found a friend without religion

Riding on a stolen engine

Far too fast to pacify you

Ain’t no telling what he’s up to

In time, the night may soften

Trust that I’m still hoping, darling

Wooden coin, he called my daughter

No good knowing what came after

Met a man with missing fingers

Shaking hands with shaded strangers

Far too strong to pacify you

Ain’t no telling what they’re up to

Late night, the cock crows shortly

Morning through the open doorway

All us servants beg the master

Ain’t no knowing what he’s after

In a year of fallen angels

Broken hands and boys in danger

Pray the lord might pacify you

Ain’t no telling what he’s up to