Bon Iver
Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I told my love to wreck it all
Cut out all open ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in this moment this order's tall
I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
And the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different "kind"
Cuz I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines
Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle all the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split
I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?
Now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário