Bon Iver - Wash. Lyrics
Climb is all we knowWhen thaw is not below usNo, can't grow upIn that iron groundClaire, all too sore for soundBet is hardly shownScraped across the foamLike they stole itAnd, oh, how they hold itClaire, we nearly forfeitI, I'm growing like the quickening huesI, I'm telling darkness from lines on youOver havens for a full and swollen morass, young habitatAll been living aloneWhere the ice snap and the hold clast are knownHome, we're savage highCome, we finally cryOh, and we don itBecause it's rightClaire, I was too sore for sightI, we're sewing up through the latchet greensI un-peel keenness, honey, bean for beanSame white pillar, tone as with the bone street sandIs thrown where she stashed us at, all been livingAlone where the cracks at in the low part of the stoning