The Shepherd's Dog

Artist:iron and wine Songs Title:pagan angel and a borrowed car Love was a promise made of smoke In a frozen copse of trees A bone cold and older than our bodies Slowly floating in the sea Every morning there were planes The shiny blades of pagan ang

In the failing light of the afternoon Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms Yesterday, the solace of a poison fish Tomorrow I'll be kissing on her blood red lips And no one is the savior they would like to be The love song of the buzzard in the dog

Said the plain clothes cop to the beauty queen "I've seen nothing but a spoke in the wheel." So she gave up her crown to a kid with a crutch And they both felt cheated after closing the deal When the white tooth man I ran with then Got all cut u

There is a house by the sea Two jealous sisters, they're waiting for me And one is laid on the floor And one is changing the locks on the doors And I've been buying the time on my knees And I've been selling their blankets to bleed (on) Around the ho

Iron & Wine - Innocent Bones Submitted by I.td Cain got a milk-eyed mule from the auction Abel got a telephone And even the last of the blue-eyed babies know That the burning man is the color of the end of day And how every tongue that gets bit alway

歌曲:flightless bird,american mouth 歌手:Iron&Wine By:独° I was a quick wet boy 我是一个一贫如洗的人 Diving too deep for coins 为了生活苦苦追寻 All of your straight light eyes 城市中充满势利的眼神 Wide on my plastic toys 狠狠打量我的天真 And when the cops closed the fair 当公平在世上消失 I cut my l

Almost home when I missed the bottom stair You were braiding your gray hair It had grown so long Since I'd been gone And the perfect girls by the pool, they would protest The cross around their necks But our sons were overseas And we all know 'bout t

boy with a coin he crammed in his jeans Then making a wish he tossed in the sea Walked to a town that all of us burn When God left the ground to circle the world Boy with a coin he found in the weeds with bullets and pages of trade magazines close to

Resurrection Fern In our days we will live Like our ghosts will live... Pitching glass at the cornfield crows And folding clothes Like stubborn boys across the road We'll keep everything... Grandma's gun and the black bear claw That took her dog When