On Your Wings - Iron & Wine

[sohonestly]

God, there is gold hidden deep in the ground.
God, there's a hangman that wants to come 'round.
How we rise when we're born,
like the ravens in the corn,
on their wings, on our knees,
crawling careless from the sea.

God, give us love in the time that we have.
God, give us love in the time that we have.

God, there are guns growing out of our bones.
God, every road takes us farther from home.
All these men that you've made,
how we wither in the shade
of your trees; on your wings
we are carried to the sea.

God, give us love in the time that we have.
God, give us love in the time that we have.