Bon Iver / Holocene

Third and Lake, it burnt away, the hallway

Was where we learned to celebrate

Automatic bought the years you’d talked for me

That night you played me “Lip Parade”

Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree

Saying nothing, that’s enough for me

And at once I knew I was not magnificent

Hulled far from the highway aisle

(Jagged vacance thick with ice)

I could see for miles, miles, miles

Te odio, Justin Vernon.