Texty: Iron & Wine. The Night Descending.

Black hair, the night descending

Baby never puts her trust in

Tight black tie too quick to laughter

Ain't no telling what he's after



Found a friend without religion

Riding on a stolen engine

Far too fast to pacify you

Ain't no telling what he's up to



In time the night may soften

Trust that I'm still hoping, darling

Wooden coin, he called my daughter

No good knowing what came after



Met a man with missing fingers

Shaking hands with shaded strangers

Far too strong to pacify you

Ain't no telling what they're up to



Late night, the cock crows shortly

Morning through the open doorway

All us servants beg the master

Ain't no knowing what he's after



In a year of fallen angels

Broken hands and boys in danger

Pray the lord may pacify you

Ain't no telling what he's up to