Lyrics Pagan Angel And A Borrowed Car - Iron & Wine
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
angels
in
our
father's
skies
Every
evening
I
would
watch
her
hold
the
pillow
Tight
against
her
hollows,
her
unholy
child
I
was
still
a
beggar
shaking
out
my
stolen
coat
Among
the
angry
cemetery
leaves
When
they
caught
the
king
beneath
the
borrowed
car
Righteous,
drunk,
and
fumbling
for
the
royal
keys
Love
was
a
father's
flag
and
sung
like
a
shank
In
a
cake
on
our
leather
boots
A
beautiful
feather
floating
down
To
where
the
birds
had
shit
on
empty
chapel
pews
Every
morning
we
found
one
more
machine
To
mock
our
ever
waning
patience
at
the
well
Every
evening
she'd
descend
the
mountain,
stealing
socks
And
singing
something
good
where
all
the
horses
fell
Like
a
snake
within
the
wilted
garden
wall
I'd
hint
to
her
every
possibility
While
with
his
gun,
the
pagan
angel
rose
to
say
"My
love
is
one
made
to
break
every
bended
knee"
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