Lyrics 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
 
                                    
                                 
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