your sly smile

Iron & Wine

Blue light sittin lotus-style
on your a-frame in the countryside
Stillness slides the door and walks inside
Candle on the windowsill
Burned wickless through our low-lit meal
Heaven only knows the things you hide

In your blue eyes
And your sly smile

Tangerine on both your hands
Smells strong as the tobacco can
Roll me up a smoke if you don t mind
Touch me like that afternoon
When your friends would all be over soon
And you said: What the hell, we ll make the time

With your blue eyes
And your sly smile