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Iron And Wine Our Endless Numbered Days

mud And dragging your mother?s clothes Cinder and smoke The snake in the basement Found the juniper shade The farmhouse is burning down Give me your hand And

When the men take me to the devil tree I will be free and shining like before Papa dont tell me what I should've done She's the one who begged me "Take

to your face I'll love you only For your days and excitement What will you keep for to wear? Someday drawing you different May I be weaving in your hair? Love and

her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made And

All the while that she wept She'd a gun by her bed And the letter he wrote From a dry, foundered boat. And the train track will take All the wounded ones home. And

And when you give me your clothes And when we?re lovers at last Fresh air, perfume in your nose There will be teeth in the grass And when you give

mud And dragging your mother's clothes Cinder and smoke The snake in the basement Found the juniper shade The farmhouse is burning down Give me your hand And