เนื้อเพลง Lovers' Revolution - Iron & Wine

I came to you, and you to me
And we were tapping on the window at the children when the piggy bank broke
Pitching quite a fit
But how the makers of the medicine will always say you're looking sick

I came to you, and you to me
And we would whimper to the women washing milk off of their formal white gloves
But the funny thing was how in God was in his people, we were dreaming 'bout who else to be
And all the fingers that we damaged when all we wanted was a diamond ring

I came to you, and you to me
And we were barking at the drug dogs, blood dried black on their hands
And never realized
You never tussle with a giant til you can hit him right between the eyes
That no matter how we chewed it we need choking on a compromise
(I came to you, I came to you)
Cause all the jaws, all the claws, they're restless by the riverside
(I came to you, I came to you)
And it wasn't muscle in the shadow that was shoving us into the light

I came to you, and you to me
And we were snatching out a poor baby's bottle just to trade it for change
But now it's come to pass
The every eye beneath the mountain saw the smoke and no one heard the blast
And no one knew the arm was broken, although everybody signed the cast
Until the government was good she said man I thought you'd never ask
And when love wore out her welcome they just booked her for a bag of grass
But while she cried on the cross we were s*cking all the laughing gas
And when the head had left the body not a flag was hanging half mast

I came to you, and you to me
And then we lost our own Lovers' Revolution but it started again
Now we're one
One of the brave wailing widows walking home into the setting sun
One of the soldiers lost, and then dreams and never lose the gun
One of the wise men wandering the podium without a tongue
One of the trophies' corners by the mess we made of being young
One of the prayers, one of the promises swallowed with our chewing gum
One of the deaf ear's dumber all the time for all the years of drums
One of the wide-eyed soap boxes buried under Washington
One of the beat cops combing every sidewalk crack for love
One of the crowded stars uncounted when the map was done
One of the withered in the garden left to wonder when the rain will come