Justin Vernon - March

Norwegian coffee, melting mud
And a winter that just lingers on
I'm wonderin' when enough is enough
Slippin' heating packets underneath your cup

The time keeps piling on, it's a march
And by 5 o clock its already dark
I'm seein' you see everyone but me
Watchin' you get drunk makes me wanna be


Honey be my little sun
When we ain't gettin' none
Cup your hands round the match
Fasten up your last jacket latch
Stand and sway with me
In the dark cold loneliness breeze

Familiar death markin' miles
And there's a fleetin' sense of restoration
The ice and snow left bruises on you knee
The heaters blowin' but it don't blow with ease

The months won't move
We are stuck
And the rollin' quiet of this little truck
The white sand bags are weighin' down the back
Where the skeletons of Christmas still lay in plastic sacks


Honey be my little sun
When we ain't gettin' none
Cup your hands round the match
Fasten up your last jacket latch
Stand and sway with me
In the dark cold loneliness breeze


Honey be my little sun
When we ain't gettin' none
Cup your hands round the match
Fasten up your last jacket latch
Stand and sway with me
In the dark cold loneliness breeze