Iron And Wine Radio War Lyrics

Radio War Lyrics

Did the wine make her dream 

Of the far distant spring 

Or a bed
full of hens 

Or the ghost of a friend 



All the while that
she wept 

She had a gun by her bed 

And a letter he wrote 

From a dry, foundered boat 



And the train track will take 

All the wounded ones home 

And I'll be alone 

Fare thee well Sara
Jones 



Now we lie on the floor 

While the radio war 

Finds its way through the air 

Of the dead market square 



And the beast never seen 

Licks its red talons clean 

Sara curses
the cold 

"No more snow, no more snow, no more snow"