Iron & Wine - Eden

Whisper in my ear
Everything my dear
Every wicked vision that you carry

On your naked breast
I believe that was your best
Apple pie invention since we married

As God will be my judge
I'm not the man I was
Before I found you lyin' in the garden

Let's go buy some clothes
Some warm socks for your toes
'Cause it might be much colder in the mornin'