Beautiful

well I met you at the blood bank
we were looking at the bags
wondering if any of the colours
matched any of the names
we knew on the tags
you said see look at that - 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 secret that you know
that you don't know how to tell
it fucks with your honour
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 the moon waned to crescent
we started to kiss

and I said I know you well

that secret that we know
that we don't know how to tell
I'm in love with your honour
I'm in love with your cheeks
what's that noise up the stairs, love
is that christmas morning that creaks

and I said I know it well
and I know it well
and I know it well
and I know it well
and I know it well
and I know it well
and I know it well
and I know it well

-Bon Iver