HER TEA LEAVES
Iron & Wine

And come the evening of my day,
The dark birds in the trees and in her garden.

I think Ill be there somewhere too,
the arrow by my head where I have fallen.

She will lick her thinner thumb and ring-less finger too
and douse the candle.

And though she never gave a thing,
The way she said my name.
Well be together

When autumn comes shell be there,
Jasmine still in her hair.
Her tea leaves drying by the sea.

Many men behind her door have heard the bathtub run
and longed to love her.
Though she never waits for me,
we never ask the time when were together.

When autumn comes shell be there
Jasmine still in her hair.
Her tea leaves dried by the sea.