Album: Bon Iver (2011)

Towers

For the love, I'd fallen on
in the swampy August dawn
what a mischief you would bring young darling!
when the onus is not all your own
when you'€™re up for it before you'€™ve grown

from the faun forever gone
in the towers of your honeycomb
I'€™d a tore your hair out just to climb back darling
when you'€™re filling out your only form
can you tell that it's just ceremon'€™
now you'€™ve added up to what you'€™re from

build your tether rain-out from your fragments'€¦
break the sailor'€™s table on your sacrum'€¦
fuck the fiercest fables, I'€™m with Hagen

for the love, comes the burning young
from the liver, sweating through your tongue
well, you're standing on my sternum don'€™t you climb down darling
oh the sermons are the first to rest
smoke on Sundays when you're drunk and dressed
out the hollows where the swallow nests