Towers - Bon Iver

For the love I'd fallen on

In the swampy august dawn

What a mischief you would bring young darling

When the onus is not all your own

When you're up for it before you've grown

From the faun forever gone

In the towers of your honeycomb

I'd a tore your hair out just to climb back darling

When you're filling out your only form

Can you tell that it's just ceremon

Now you've added up to what you're from

Build your tether rain-out from your fragments

Break the sailor's table on your sacrum

F**k the fiercest fables I'm with hagen

For the love comes the burning young

From the liver sweating through your tongue

Well you're standing on my sternum

Don't you climb down darling

Oh the sermons are the first to rest

Smoke on sundays when you're drunk and dressed

Out the hollows where the swallow nests