Brackett, Wi – Bon IverBy An easy swing had its time shoulderedSlow bending axeNow it’s a photo framedThe swing hasn’t had itAnd here we are rebuilding roadsRight by roosting townsIt’s just like the loveThe one that’s never been enoughSo I’m counting on your fingers‘Cause you’ve reattached the twitchAnd if you want opinionI will die along the ditchesAnd every summer is a hot tokenTo the cold, cold take of lustAnd every autumn singesWith the business of sadnessFriend had it wrong they seeHoney let it burnAnd the curve in the countyIs never servedSo I’m counting on your fingers‘Cause you’ve reattached the twitchAnd if you want opinionI will die along the ditches www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20