Iron And Wine
"Sacred Vision"

�There's no way to temper your thirst
With lasting' impressions or pictures of home
There's no way to grow that don't hurt�
She growled from the station then hung up the phone

There's no sacred vision like her
No eye-crushing mountain or jewelry to wear
There's no granted wish I prefer
Then she to be with me, for us to be there

�I'd rather to be all alone
Forgiveness is fickle when trust is a chore
It's not every sin that's atoned�
I heard her speak softly then heard her no more