Justin Vernon - Wash. lyrics

Climb Is all we know When thaw Is not below us No, can't grow up In that iron ground Claire, all too sore for sound Bet Is hardly shown Scraped Across the foam Like they stole it And oh, how they hold it Claire, we nearly forfeit I'm growing like the quickening hues I'm telling darkness from lines on you Over havens fora full and swollen mora**, young habitat! All been living alone, where the ice snap and the hold clast are known Home We're savage high Come We finally cry Oh and we don it Because it's right Claire, I was too sore for sight We're sewing up through the latchet greens Un-peel keenness, honey, bean for bean Same white pillar tone as with the bone street sand is thrown where she stashed us at All been living alone, where the cracks at in the low part of the stoning