Bon Iver - Wash lyrics

Climb is all we know
When thaw is not below us
No, can't grow up in that iron ground
Claire, all too sore for sound

Bet is hardly shown
Scraped across the foam
Like they stole it and, oh, how they hold it
Claire, we nearly forfeit

I i'm growing like the quickening hues
I i'm telling darkness from lines on you
Over havens fora
Full and swollen morass, young habitat
All been living alone
Where the ice snap and the
Hold clast are known

Home we're savage high
Come we finally cry
Oh, and we don it because it's right
Claire, I was too sore for sight

I we're sewing up through the latchet greens
I un-peel keenness, honey, bean for bean
Same white pillar tone as
With the bone street
Sand is thrown where she stashed us at
(All been living alone) All been living alone
Where the cracks at in the
Low part of the stoning

Enough of this give us the grown
Give us the grown