Bon Iver
Brackett, WI
[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
So I'm counting on your fingers
'Cause you've reattached the twitch
And if you (go) want opinion
I will die along the ditches

[Verse 2]
And every summer is a hot token
To the cold, cold take of lust
And every autumn singes
With the business of sadness
Fred had it wrong, Macy
Honey hadn't burned
Another curve in the counting
Is never served
[Chorus]
So I'm counting on your fingers
'Cause you've reattached the twitch
And if you (go) want opinion
I will die along the ditches