“Calgary” by Bon Iver

it’s storming on the lake, little our bodies break.

Don’t you cherish me to sleep
Never keep your eyelids clipped
Hold me for the pops and clicks
was only for the father’s crib

Hair, old, long along
Your neck onto your shoulder blades, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Hip, under nothing
Propped up by your other one, face ‘way from the sun
Just have to keep a dialogue
Teach our bodies: haunt the cause
was only trying to spell a loss

There’s a fire going out,
But there’s really nothing to the south

Swollen orange and light let through
Your one piece swimmer stuck to you

to your starboard bride
Who goes in and then stays inside

“Calgary” Review from Pitchfork

“Calgary” Review from American Songwriter


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