Bon Iver - Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow ) lyrics
Bon Iver [Justin Vernon, Sean Carey, Matthew McCaughan, Michael Lewis, Andrew Fitzpatrick, Jenn Wasner] Stockholm, Sweden/U.S. 🇸🇪 🇺🇸
[Bon Iver - Bruised Orange Chain of Sorrow lyrics]
My heart's in the ice house
Come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when
I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church
House just to shovel some snow
I heard sirens on the train track
Howl naked gettin' under
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned to
The train that was coming so slow
You can gaze out the window
Get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air
Saying "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to
Get angry, so help me, i know
For a heart stained in anger
Grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as
You watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your
Very own chain of sorrow
I been brought down to zero
Pulled out and put back there
I sat on a park bench
Kissed the girl with the black hair
And my head shouted down to my
Heart "You better look out below!"
Hey, it ain't such a
Long drop, don't stammer, don't stutter
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to
The dirt in the gutter
And you carry those bruises to
Remind you wherever you go
You can gaze out the window
Get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air
Saying "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to
Get angry, so help me, i know
For a heart stained in anger
Grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as
You watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your
Very own chain of sorrow
My heart's in the ice house
Come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when
I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church
House just to shovel some snow
Come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when
I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church
House just to shovel some snow
I heard sirens on the train track
Howl naked gettin' under
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned to
The train that was coming so slow
You can gaze out the window
Get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air
Saying "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to
Get angry, so help me, i know
For a heart stained in anger
Grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as
You watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your
Very own chain of sorrow
I been brought down to zero
Pulled out and put back there
I sat on a park bench
Kissed the girl with the black hair
And my head shouted down to my
Heart "You better look out below!"
Hey, it ain't such a
Long drop, don't stammer, don't stutter
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to
The dirt in the gutter
And you carry those bruises to
Remind you wherever you go
You can gaze out the window
Get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air
Saying "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to
Get angry, so help me, i know
For a heart stained in anger
Grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as
You watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your
Very own chain of sorrow
My heart's in the ice house
Come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when
I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church
House just to shovel some snow