715 - cr[?][?]ks
Singer:bon iver
when first i breeched that last sunday
low moon don the yellow road
that leaving wasn't easing
all that heaving in my vines
and as certain it is evening 'at is now is not the time
unrationed kissing on a night second to last
finding both your hands as second sun came past the glass
i know it felt right and i had you in my grasp
cause it once might not mean something
a second glance it is not something that we'll need
understand that i have been left here in the reeds
but all i'm trying to do is get my feet out from the crease