The Wolves (Act I and II) - Bon Iver

Someday my pain, someday my pain

Will mark you

Harness your blame, harness your blame

And walk through

With the wild wolves around you

In the morning, I'll call you

Send it farther on

Solace my game, solace my game

It stars you

Swing wide your crane, swing wide your crane

And run me through

And the story's all over you

In the morning I'll call you

Can't you find a clue

when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue

What might have been lost

What might have been lost

What might have been lost

What might have been lost (don't bother me)

What might have been lost (don't bother me)

What might have been lost (don't bother me)

What might have been lost (don't bother me)

What might have been lost (don't bother me)

What might have been (don't bother me) (what might have been lost)

What might have been lost (don't bother me) (what might have been)

What might have been lost (don't bother me)

What might have been lost

What might have been lost

What might have been lost

Ah

Ah

Someday, my pain

Someday, my pain

Someday, my pain

Someday, my pain