On Your Wings - Iron & Wine

God, there is gold hidden deep in the ground

God, there’s a hangman that wants to come around

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, there are guns growing out of our bones

God, every road takes us farther from home

All these men that you 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