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