Bon Iver. Bon Iver. Perth. Zeneszám

I'm tearing up across your face
Move dust through the light
To fide your name
It's something fane
This is not a place, not yet awake
I'm raised of make

Still alive, who you love
Still alive, who you love
Still alive, who you love

In a mother, out a moth
Furling forests for the soft
Gotta know been lead aloft
So I'm ridding all your stories
What I know, what it is
Is pouring, wire it up

You're breaking your ground