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Friday, February 1, 2013

Iron and Wine - Lovers' Revolution Lyrics

Iron and Wine - Lovers' Revolution Lyrics

I Came To You, And You To Me
And We Were Tapping On The Window Of 
The Children When The Piggy-Bank Broke

Pitching Quite A Fifth
But How The Makers Of The Medicine 
Will Always Say You’re Looking Sick

I Came To You, And You To Me
And We Would Wear Up To The Women Washing … 
In The Form Of White Gloves
But The Funny Thing Was 
How In In God And His People 

Were Dreaming About The Wilds To Leave
And All The Fingers That We Damaged 
When All We Wanted Was A Diamond Ring

I Came To You, 
And You To Me
And We Were Barking At The Drug Dogs, 
Blood-Dried-Black On Their Hands

Never Realized,
You Never Tussle With A Giant Till You 
Can Hit Him Right Between The Eyes
That No Matter How We Chose ‘Em We’ll 

Be Chocking On The Compromised
(I Came To You)
Cause All The Jaws, All The Claws, 
They’re Restless By The Riverside

(I Came To You)
(I Came To You)
And It Was A Muscle And A Shadow 
That Was Shoving Us Into The Light

I Came To You, And You To Me
And We Were Snatching Out A Poor Baby’s 
Bottle Just To Trade It For Change
But Now It’s Come To Pass

The Every Eye Beneath The Mountains Saw 
The Smoke And No One Heard The Blast
And No One Knew The Arm Was Broken, 
Tho Everybody Signed The Cast

Until The Compliment Was Good She Said 
Man I Thought You’d Never Ask
And When The World Wore Out Their Welcome 
They Just Booked Up For A Bag Of Grass

But When She Cried On The Grounds 
We Were Sucking All The Laughing Gas
And When The Hat Had Left The Body 
Not A Flag Was Hanging On Us

I Came To You, And You To Me
And Then We Lost Our Own Lovers Revolution 
But Then It All Started Again
Now We’re One

One Of The Parade Wailing Widows 
Walking Home Into The Setting Sun
One Of The Soldiers Lost, And Then 
Dreams And Never Lose Their Gun

One Of The Wise-Men Wondered Onto 
The Podium Without A Tongue
One Of The Trophies’ Corners By The 
Mess We Made Of Being Young

One Of The ṗrayers, One Of The Promises 
Swallowed Without Chewing Gum
One Of The Deaf Ear’s Dumber All Of The 
Time For All The Years Of Drums

One Of The Wide-Eyed Soap Boxes 
Buried Under Washing Time
One Of The Bee-Cops Combing 
Every Sidewalk-Crack For Love

One Of The Crowded Stars Uncounted 
When The Math Was Done
One Of The Weather In The Garden Left To 
Wonder When The Rain Will Come

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