Bon Iver - Brackett, WI

An easy swing had its time shouldered Slow bending axe Now it's a photo framed The swing hasn't had it And here we are rebuilding roads Right by roosting towns It's just like the love The one that's never been enough So I'm counting on your fingers 'Cause you've reattached the twitch And if you want opinion I will die along the ditches And every summer is a hot token To the cold, cold take of lust And every autumn singes With the business of sadness Friend had it wrong they see Honey let it burn And the curve in the county Is never served So I'm counting on your fingers 'Cause you've reattached the twitch And if you want opinion I will die along the ditches