Talking to Fog Iron & Wine

[00:06.67] This is a surrender to the garden, to the weeds
[00:13.58] All our stalls are turning back to stone
[00:19.09] This is waking to our morning, falling through our floor
[00:25.00] Our broken hearts as hard as broken bones
[00:31.53] Sorrow says "believe me, you can walk into my mouth"
[00:37.18] But every time we have, it's hard to leave
[00:43.06] Let's say it like the sunrise when it's talking to the fog
[00:48.46] We're both looking for a light in the window of a house
[00:54.81] Beneath our winter branches, underneath our winter clouds
[01:03.34] But it's hard to find
[01:11.02] Lovers all surrender, like the garden and weeds
[01:16.58] It's always say when saying what mean
[01:22.51] Our arms are full of water and the water all wants out
[01:28.15] Like our meadow birds giving back their wings
[01:34.38] Sorrow says "believe me, you can climb into my trees"
[01:39.63] We know it's harder to get down each time we do
[01:45.89] Let's say it like the sunrise talking to the fog
[01:51.25] We're both listening for music by a river after dark
[01:57.76] And every space we're making as we pull ourselves apart
[02:06.31] But it's hard to find
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[02:31.98] Sorrow says "believe me, you can beat into my breast"
[02:36.88] And all our bandages and bruises know it's true
[02:43.00] Let's say it to the sunrise shaking us awake
[02:48.11] We're both reaching out for love, outside wanting in
[02:54.60] To a room that's made of moonlight and the walls are warm as skin
[03:00.02] Where our memories of singing fill the air behind our heads
[03:05.59] And our meadow bugs are living for the only flowers left
[03:10.96] Where our burns return their fire and the cold can have our clothes
[03:16.62] Where our dying deer is folded on the soft side of the road
[03:22.33] Where the wind is our direction and the waves say "come along"
[03:28.05] Where the faces of our family and friends go on and on
[03:36.60] But it's hard to find
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