"Flightless Bird, American Mouth" by Iron & Wine

Iron & Wine

"Flightless Bird, American Mouth"
Wedding Version




I was a quick wit boy 
Diving too deep for coins 
All of your street light eyes 
Wide on my plastic toys 
Then when the cops closed the fair 
I cut my long baby hair 
Stole me a dog-eared map 
And called for you everywhere 


Have I found you, Flightless Bird; 
Jealous, weeping? 
Or lost you, American Mouth; 
Big Pill, looming? 

Now I’m a fat house cat 
Nursing my sore, blunt tongue 
Watching the warm poison rats 
Crawl through the wide fence cracks 
Pissing on magazine photos 
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean 
Blood of Christ mountain stream 

Have I found you?, Flightless Bird;
Grounded, bleeding? 
Or lost you, American Mouth; 
Big Pill, stuck going down