| Song | Wash. |
| Artist | Bon Iver |
| Album | Bon Iver |
| [00:17.710] | Climb |
| [00:20.770] | is all we know |
| [00:26.180] | when thaw |
| [00:33.650] | is not below us |
| [00:38.520] | no, can't grow up |
| [00:42.590] | in that iron ground |
| [00:50.460] | Claire, all too sore for sound |
| [00:55.210] | |
| [01:01.490] | bet |
| [01:04.519] | is hardly shown |
| [01:10.300] | scraped |
| [01:17.860] | across the foam |
| [01:22.640] | like they stole it |
| [01:26.600] | and oh, how they hold it |
| [01:29.650] | |
| [01:34.560] | Claire, we nearly forfeit |
| [01:38.830] | |
| [01:45.460] | I… I'm growing like the quickening hues |
| [01:54.180] | I… I'm telling darkness from lines on you |
| [02:03.210] | over havens fora full and swollen morass, young habitat! |
| [02:11.80] | all been living alone, |
| [02:13.930] | where the ice snap and the hold clast are known |
| [02:17.770] | |
| [02:38.810] | home |
| [02:41.800] | we're savage high |
| [02:47.680] | come |
| [02:55.370] | we finally cry |
| [03:00.40] | oh and we don it |
| [03:04.290] | because it's right |
| [03:12.350] | Claire, I was too sore for sight |
| [03:16.980] | |
| [03:25.890] | I… we're sewing up through the latchet greens |
| [03:34.870] | I… un-peel keenness, honey, bean for bean |
| [03:43.860] | same white pillar tone as with the bone street sand is thrown |
| [03:47.730] | where she stashed us at |
| [03:50.890] | all been living alone, |
| [03:54.980] | where the cracks at in the low part of the stoning |
| [03:59.230] | |
| [04:22.270] | |
| [04:47.790] |
| [00:17.710] | Climb |
| [00:20.770] | is all we know |
| [00:26.180] | when thaw |
| [00:33.650] | is not below us |
| [00:38.520] | no, can' t grow up |
| [00:42.590] | in that iron ground |
| [00:50.460] | Claire, all too sore for sound |
| [00:55.210] | |
| [01:01.490] | bet |
| [01:04.519] | is hardly shown |
| [01:10.300] | scraped |
| [01:17.860] | across the foam |
| [01:22.640] | like they stole it |
| [01:26.600] | and oh, how they hold it |
| [01:29.650] | |
| [01:34.560] | Claire, we nearly forfeit |
| [01:38.830] | |
| [01:45.460] | I I' m growing like the quickening hues |
| [01:54.180] | I I' m telling darkness from lines on you |
| [02:03.210] | over havens fora full and swollen morass, young habitat! |
| [02:11.80] | all been living alone, |
| [02:13.930] | where the ice snap and the hold clast are known |
| [02:17.770] | |
| [02:38.810] | home |
| [02:41.800] | we' re savage high |
| [02:47.680] | come |
| [02:55.370] | we finally cry |
| [03:00.40] | oh and we don it |
| [03:04.290] | because it' s right |
| [03:12.350] | Claire, I was too sore for sight |
| [03:16.980] | |
| [03:25.890] | I we' re sewing up through the latchet greens |
| [03:34.870] | I unpeel keenness, honey, bean for bean |
| [03:43.860] | same white pillar tone as with the bone street sand is thrown |
| [03:47.730] | where she stashed us at |
| [03:50.890] | all been living alone, |
| [03:54.980] | where the cracks at in the low part of the stoning |
| [03:59.230] | |
| [04:22.270] | |
| [04:47.790] |