Iron & Wine. A History Of Lovers (Demo Version). Zeneszám

Louise only got from me innocent poetry

I thought she played to not listen

Still I can hear myself speak as if no one else

Ever went over to sleep



Some say she knowingly tasted like a recipe

Although so foolish and willing

Still I can picture you bend as if wanting to

Bow as the curtain went down



Coddle some men, they?ll remember you bitterly

Fuck ?em, they?ll come back for more

I asked my Louise would she leave and so cripple me

Then came a knock at the door



?I came for my woman,? he came with a razor blade

Bound like us all for the ocean

I hope that she?s happy I?m blamed for the death of

The man who would take her from me



Some they saw in me innocent poetry

Some, some they?ll never be certain

But still it?s been written, a history of lovers

Given and taken in ink



Cuckhold some men, they?ll remember you fittingly

Cut ?em, they?ll come back for more

I asked my Louise would she leave and so cripple me

Then came the knock at the door



Louise came to rescue me; listen, the irony:

Blood made her heart change its beating

I hope that she?s happy I?m blamed for the death of

The man she found better than me