666 ʇ - Bon Iver

Sixes hang in the door

What kind of shit to ignore

I’ve cut the cloth

(Ooo, hard line circle)

How to know who to write

How to know who can cull up all the questions

(We know that I’m right, cease)

To clean out a night

I fell in love

I heard about it

I heard about it

I heard about it

No

And so it’s not in your clasp

What’s the function or the task

Well, I’d stun and I’d stammer

Help me reach the hammer

(For then what will I ask)

That’s a pair of them docks

Mooring out two separate lochs

Ain’t that some kind of quandary

Take me into your palms

What is left when unhungry

I learned about it

I learned about it

I’ve learned about it

No

I’m still standing in

Still standing in the need of the prayer

The need of prayer

No, I don’t know the path

Or what kind of pith I’ve amassed

Long lines of questions

Lessons (lessons)

Lessons, lessons

What do you lose to concede?

And yes it’s hard to believe

When 'em sold from your sleeve

Just come off of your kneel

Please, please, please

I can admit to conceal

No, that’s not how that’s supposed to feel

Oh, no

(It's not for broader appeal)

Fuck the fashion of it, dear

I’ve laughed about it

I’ve laughed about it

I’ve laughed about it

No