Text: Iron And Wine. Our Endless Numbered Days. Teeth In The Grass.

And when you give me your clothes
And when we?re lovers at last
Fresh air, perfume in your nose
There will be teeth in the grass

And when you give me your house
When we?re all brothers at last
There will be food in our mouths
There will be teeth in the grass

And when there?s nothing to want
When we?re all brilliant and fast
When all tomorrow's are gone
There will be teeth in the grass