Iron & Wine Caught In The Briars
Back alley's full of rain and everything shining
As holy as she can be, the trick’s in the timing
Free as a morning bird, fragile as china
She’s stuck in the weakest heart of South Carolina
Where all of the naked boys who lay down beside her
Sing her the saddest song, all caught in the briars
I never meant to fall so hard in a doorway
And all of the sinners here have crosses for Sunday
Kissed at the county fair, frisked in the city
Where truth is an answered prayer but ain’t it a pity
That all of the naked boys who lay down beside her
Sing her the saddest song, all caught in the briars
