Texty:
Iron And Wine Fever Dream

Some days her shape in the doorway Will speak to me A bird?s wing on the window Sometimes I?ll hear when she?s sleeping Her fever dream A language

Some days her shape in the doorway Will speak to me A bird?s wing on the window Sometimes I?ll hear when she?s sleeping Her fever dream A language

I give you liberty This town is ours - tonight Landlord wine And make it the finest Make it a cup for a sea dogs thirst Two long years of bones and beaches Fever and

never waiting for us dear it ran one step ahead as we followed in the dance between the parted pages and were pressed in love's hot fevered iron like

song for me for and I will sing it There will be another dream for me someone will bring it I will taste the wine while it is warm and never let you

my boys," the Captain grinned "and no one left to tell." The Captain rose from a silk divan With a pistol in his fist And shot the lock from an iron box And