Iron & Wine – The Trapeze Swinger

Please, remember me, happily,

by the rosebush laughing

with bruises on my chin, the time when

we counted every black car passing

your house beneath the hill, and up until

someone caught us in the kitchen

with maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank

a vision too removed to mention

But please remember me, fondly,

i heard from someone you’re still pretty

and then they went on to say that the Pearly Gates

have such eloquent graffiti

like: