Bon Iver - Perth

I'm tearing up
Acrost your face
Move dust through the light
To fide your name
It's something fane
This is not a place
Not yet awake
I'm raised to make

Still alive, who you love
Still alive, who you love
Still alive, who you love

In a mother, out a moth
Furling forests for the soft
Gotta know been lead aloft
So I'm ridding all your stories
What I know, what it is, is pouring — wire it up!
You're breaking your ground