Down to the hollows
Are we just sins tonight?
Hun, could you feel it?
Your eyes, they're turning whiteHun, let me save you
Hun, let me save you nowNow's greedy hound
Leaving the town
Oh, will you really go?
Leave me with all the crows
Flesh, rib, and skin I sow
Because you love them soGods wouldn't help you
Tears only soak you downVow's ending now
In our last whilesafter Roslyn by Bon Iver & St. Vincent
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