Lovers' Revolution

Lovers' Revolution - Iron & Wine

I came to you and you to me

And we were tapping

On the window of the children

When the piggy-bank broke

Pitching quite a fifth

But how the makers of the medicine

Will always say you're looking sick

I came to you and you to me

And we would wear up to the women

Washing new in the form of white gloves

But the funny thing was how in in God

And his people were dreaming about

The wilds to leave

And all the fingers that we damaged

When all we wanted was a diamond ring

I came to you and you to me

And we were barking at the **** dogs

Blood-dried-black on their hands

Never realized

You never tussle with a giant

Till you can hit him right between the eyes

That no matter how we chose 'em

We'll be chocking on the compromised

Cause all the jaws all the claws

They're restless by the riverside

And it was a muscle and a shadow

That was shoving us into the light

I came to you and you to me

And we were snatching out

A poor baby's bottle

Just to trade it for change

But now it's come to pass

The every eye beneath the mountains

Saw the smoke and no one heard the blast

And no one knew the arm was broken

And although everybody signed the cast

Until the compliment was good

She said man I thought you'd never ask

And when the world wore out their welcome

They just booked up for a bag of grass

But when she cried on the grounds

We were sucking all the ******** ***

And when the hat had left

The body not a flag was hanging on us

U-u-uh

I came to you and you to me

And then we lost our own lovers revolution

But then it all started again

Now we're one

One of the parade wailing widows

Walking home into the setting sun

One of the soldiers lost

And then dreams and never lose their gun

One of the wise-men wondered

Onto the podium without a tongue

One of the trophies' corners

By the mess we made of being young

One of the Wrayers one of the promises

Swallowed without chewing gum

One of the deaf ear's dumber

All of the time for all the years of drums

One of the wide-eyed soap boxes

Buried under washing time

One of the bee-cops combing

Every sidewalk-crack for love

One of the crowded stars uncounted

When the math was done

One of the weather in the garden

Left to wonder when the rain will come