From the recording Blood Bank (Bon Iver Cover)
I have long admired this song for it's unconventional site for a romance, and longed to write its like. But unless I can find a way to romanticize the MVA ... I think this one, written by Bon Iver, will have to do. Recorded a couple nights ago in my bedroom. Thank you to Adam Day, without whom I might have never learned to sing this song.
Lyrics
When I met you at the blood bank
You were looking at the bags
Wondering if any of the colors
Matched any of the names we knew on the tags
You said, "Hey, lookie, that's yours
Stacked on top with your brother's
See how they resemble one another
Even in their plastic little covers"
And I said I know it well
that you don't know how to tell
It screws with your honor
And it teases your head
But you know that it's good, girl
'Cause it's running you with red
Then the snow started falling
We were stuck out in your car
You were rubbing both my hands
Chewing on a candy bar
You said, "Ain't this just like the present
To be showing up like this?"
As a moon waned to crescent
We started to kiss
And I said I know it well
It's that secret that we know
That we don't know how to tell
I'm in love with your honor
I'm in love with your cheeks
What's that noise up the stairs, baby?
Is it Christmas morning creaks?
And I said I know it well
I know it well
And I know it well
And I know it well
And I know it well
....