Brackett, WI

Brackett, WI - Bon Iver

Written by：Justin Vernon

An easy swing had it's time shouldered

Slow bending axe

Now it's a photo framed

The swing hasn't had it

And here we are rebuilding roads

Right by roosting towns

It's just like the love

The one that's never been enough

So I'm counting on your fingers

'Cause you've reattached the twitch

And if you want opinion

I will die along the ditches

And every summer is a hot token

To the cold cold take of lust

And every autumn singes

With the business of sadness

Friend had it wrong they see

Honey let it burn

And the curve in the county

Is never served

So I'm counting on your fingers

'Cause you've reattached the twitch

And if you want opinion

I will die along the ditches