Old Skin - Ólafur Arnalds/Arnor Dan
Where the woods would
Wear the wafting sounds of sea
Roves an oath
In search for something
More to be
"Still hard for me"
Treading lightly
Tightly shedding its old skin
Leaving trails of night
For light to bring chagrin
While air grows thin
Wailing winds alarm
In feathers it have dressed
Surrounding what's left
Inside its chest
We too shall rest
Roaring lungs as oath becomes
Through flight past trees
Only the rhythm of love
Escapes the harmonies
Leaving us a beat
In these hands I'll hide
In these hands I'll hide
While this world collides
This world collides
It's not enough for me
It's not enough for me
-music-
(It's not enough for me)
(It's not enough for me)
-music-
In these hands I'll hide
In these hands I'll hide
While this world collides
This world collides
It's not enough for me
It's not enough for me
In these hands I'll hide
In these hands I'll hide
While this world collides
This world collides
It's not enough for me
It's not enough for me
In these hands I'll hide
In these hands I'll hide
While this world collides
This world collides
It's not enough for me
It's not enough for me
-End-
