Iron & Wine - Postcard

This postcard tells you where we've b^Ceen And dirty dreams of pious m^Gen Who wake in fear but sleep ag^Fain With what they've do^Gne With what they've do^Cne With all they've do^Gne

Some prophet died but wrote it do^Cwn Our serpent bell is on the gro^Gund And all the ladies singing lo^Fud: "Halleluja^Gh" "Halleluj^Cah" "Halleluj^Gah"

The meadow birds have found the bo^Fnes of righteous m^Gen Like ragged clo^Cthes, like precious st^Gones And fell like evil in the e^Fnd, in aid of th^Gem Those evil m^Cen, those perfect m^Gen

Some knuckle broken on dis^Cease Which pulled a preacher off his kn^Gees A callous whisper through the tr^Fees Blows: "patience b^Goy" "More patience b^Coy" "More patience b^Goy"

And watch her children by the fl^Came The ones you gave your father's n^Game Whose evil and his love rema^Fined Inside you b^Goy Inside you b^Coy Inside you b^Goy

The meadow birds have found the bo^Fnes of righteous m^Gen Like ragged clo^Cthes, like precious st^Gones And fell like evil in the e^Fnd, in aid of th^Gem Those evil m^Cen, those perfect m^Gen

We'll sing a song we've never he^Card Formed out of small forsaken wo^Grds And all the while that this occ^Furs We’ll love you a^Gll We’ll love you a^Cll We’ll love you a^Gll

And for the beauty that we've lo^Cst The measured time for love it co^Gst Despite our feelings for the cr^Foss We love you a^Gll We love you a^Cll We love you a^Gll