paroles de chanson Wash. - Bon Iver

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 (wash, wash, wash, wash)
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 for a full and swollen morass
Young habitat (all been living alone)
Where the ice snap and the hold cast are known

Home
Where we're savage high
Come

And we finally cried
Oh, and we done it
Because it's right

Claire, I was too sore for sight

(I) we are sewn up through the latchet greens (oh-ah)
(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 (ah)

Enough of this (ooh)
Give us the prompt
Give us the prompt