Iron & Wine - Sacred vision

Theres no way to temper your thirst With lasting impressions or pictures of home Theres no way to grow that dont hurt She growled from the station then hung up the phone Theres no sacred vision like her No eye-crushing mountain or jewelry to wear Theres no granted wish I prefer Then she to be with me, for us to be there Id rather to be all alone Forgiveness is fickle when trust is a chore Its not every sin thats atoned I heard her speak softly then heard her no more