Bon Iver

I'm tearing up acrost your face
move dust through the light
to fide your name
it's something fame
this is not a place
not yet awake, I'm raised of wake

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 riddling all your stories
what I know, what it is, is pouring - wire it up!

you're breaking your ground