Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow)

Bruised Orange - Justin Vernon of Bon Iver

My heart's in the ice house

Come hill or come valley

Like a long ago sunday when

I walked through the alley

On a cold winter's morning

To a church house

Just to shovel some snow

I heard sirens on the train track

Howl naked gettin' nuder

An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter

Just from walking with his back turned

To the train that was coming so slow

You can gaze out the window

Get mad and get madder

Throw your hands in the air

Say what does it matter

But it don't do no good

To get angry

So help me I know

For a heart strained in anger

Grows weak and grows bitter

You become your own prisoner

As you watch yourself sit there

Wrapped up in a trap

Of your very own

Chain of sorrow

I been brought down to zero

Pulled out and put back there

I sat on a park bench

Kissed the girl with the black hair

And my head shouted down to my heart

You better look out below

Hey it ain't such a long drop

Don't stammer don't stutter

From the diamonds in the sidewalk

To the dirt in the gutter

And you carry those bruises

To remind you

Wherever you go

You can gaze out the window

Get mad and get madder

Throw your hands in the air

Say what does it matter

But it don't do no good

To get angry

So help me I know

For a heart strained in anger

Grows weak and grows bitter

You become your own prisoner

As you watch yourself sit there

Wrapped up in a trap

Of your very own

Chain of sorrow

My heart's in the ice house

My heart's in the ice house

Come hill or come valley

Like a long ago sunday when

I walked through the alley

On a cold winter's morning

To a church house

Just to shovel some snow