Vārdi: Iron & Wine. An Angry Blade.

Who left you so?



Striking a match for the keyhole

Dark as the evening laid

When he left you all alone



Turning to fade through the sawgrass

Tall as the only love

That you'll ever really know



Who left you so?



Grace is a gift for the fallen, dear

You're an angry blade and you're brave

But you're all alone



Turning a shade of an angel born

In a bramble ditch when the doors

Of heaven closed