Perth - Bon Iver

I’m tearing up

Acrost 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