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 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |