Iron and Wine. Upwards Over the Mountain.

Mother don’t worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed.
Mother don’t worry I’ve got some money I saved for the weekend.
Mother, remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother, remember the blink of an eye, when I breathed through your body?
So may the sunrise bring hope. Where it once was forgotten.
Sons are like birds flying upward over the mountain…