S P E Y S I D E Songtext
von Bon Iver

I know now that I can′t make good
How I wish I could
Go back and put
Me where you stood
Nothing's really something now, the whole thing′s soot


It serves to suffer, make a hole in my foot
And I hope you look
As I fill my book
What a waste of wood
Nothing's really happened like I thought it would
Ah, ah-ah
Ey-ey

I can't rest on no dynasty
Yeah, what is wrong with me?
Man, I′m so sorry
I got the best of me
I really damn been on such a violent spree

But maybe you can still make a man from me
Here on Speyside quay
With what′s left of me
As you live and breathe
I really know now what had hold on me