715 - CR∑∑KS - Bon Iver

Down along the creek

I remember something

Her, the heron hurried away

When first I breeched that last Sunday (Ooh)

Low moon don the yellow road

I remember something

That leaving wasn’t easing all that heaving in my vines

And as certain it is evening 'at is NOW is not the Time (Ooooh)

Toiling with your blood

I remember something

In B, un—rationed kissing on a night second to last

Finding both your hands as second sun came past the glass

And oh, I know it felt right and I had you in my grasp

Oh then, how we gonna cry?

Cause it once might not mean something?

Love, a second glance, it is not something that we’ll need

Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds

But all I’m trying to do is get my feet out from the crease

And I see you

Turn around, you’re my A Team

Turn around, now you’re my A Team

God damn, turn around now

You’re my A Team