paroles de chanson Postcard - Iron & Wine
This
postcard
tells
you
where
we've
been
And
dirty
dreams
of
pious
men
Who
wake
in
fear
but
sleep
again
With
what
they've
done
With
what
they've
done
With
all
they've
done
Some
prophet
died
but
wrote
it
down
Our
serpent
bell
is
on
the
ground
And
all
the
ladies
sing
it
loud
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
The
meadow
birds
have
found
The
bones
of
righteous
men
Like
ragged
clothes
Like
precious
stones
And
fell
like
evil
in
the
end
And
eight
of
them
Those
evil
men,
those
perfect
men
Some
knuckle
broken
heart
disease
Which
pulled
a
preacher
off
his
knees
A
callous
whisper
through
the
trees
Blows
patience
boy
More
patience
boy
More
patience
boy
And
watch
her
children
by
the
flame
The
ones
you
gave
your
father's
name
Whose
evil
and
his
love
remained
Inside
you
boy
Inside
you
boy
Inside
you
boy
The
meadow
birds
have
found
The
bones
of
righteous
men
Like
ragged
clothes
Like
precious
stones
And
fell
like
evil
in
the
end
And
eight
of
them
Those
evil
men,
those
perfect
men
We'll
sing
a
song
we've
never
heard
Formed
out
of
small
forsaken
words
And
all
the
while
that
this
occurs
We'll
love
you
all
We'll
love
you
all
We'll
love
you
all
And
for
the
beauty
that
we've
lost
The
measured
time
for
love
it
costs
Despite
our
feelings
for
the
cross
We
love
you
all
We
love
you
all
We
love
you
all
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