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, where the cracks at in the low part of the stoning
there's like a billion different versions of all these songs. and they're all amazing
God, I don't even understand the lyrics and this song this pierces my soul. It's
I love you Bon Iver. Thanks for your heavenly music!!!
1:57 the subtle difference he makes in the live delivery of this line is perfect
I dont know what it is about this song, but every time i hear it i have to fight back tears.
Love love love this version. He's amazing.
I feel so lucky to have found it.
This song makes so many different feelings rush through me, simply amazing. I prefer this version over the album one.
Really something special
THANK YOU FOR UPLOADING!! this song means so much
J'me suis tombé amoureux de cette chanson.
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, where the cracks at in the low part of the stoning
Love you. Just saying :)
this is better than the recording lol jesus
Do a new album ffs. :)