Artista: Iron & Wine
  Canción: The Devil Never Sleeps

Love was a promise made of smoke 
In a frozen copse of trees 
A bone cold and older than our bodies 
Slowly floating in the sea 
Every morning there were planes 

The shiny blades of pagan angels in our father's skies 
Every evening I would watch her hold the pillow 
Tight against her hollows, her unholy child 
I was still a beggar shaking out my stolen coat 
Among the angry cemetery leaves 
When they caught the king beneath the borrowed car 
Righteous, drunk, and fumbling for the royal keys 

Love was a father's flag and sung like a shank 
In a cake on our leather boots 
A beautiful feather floating down 
To where the birds had shit on empty chapel pews 
Every morning we found one more machine 
To mock our ever waning patience at the well 
Every evening she'd descend the mountain stealing socks 
And singing something good where all the horses fell 
Like a snake within the wilted garden wall 
I’d hint to her every possibility 
While with his gun the pagan angel rose to say 
"My love is one made to break every bended knee"