Letras:Iron & Wine. Postcard.

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 profit 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 measures time for love it cost
Despite our feelings for the cross
We love you all
We love you all
We love you all