Somewhere around the hills inside the silence
There's a cottage in the wind
Humble and introvert raising the morning
We were settled on the bliss
Blue and set to fall
Was my spirit so near the door
And with my brittle bones
I put my damn pride on the floor
To hear Olivia sing
Full of joy somewhere in Reykjavík
Hoping to feel again
In a rush what you loved in me one day
Before I put my feet on the shore
(And) see you there
With the words you once told me before
And the blink of your eyes
Somewhere around the hills inside the silence
There's a cottage in the wind
Humble and introvert raising the morning
We were settled on the bliss
And the warmth holds well
All the pictures and drawings as well
In this place I see
My invincible crippled desire to exist
But unpledged by the faith
I...
I let down with the phrases unspoken
And the days live always in May...
And the days live always in May...
And the days live on always in May...
Perhaps life
Just cannot understand
That my days left me die...
Perhaps life
Just cannot understand
That my days left me die...
Perhaps life
Just cannot understand
That my days left me die...
Perhaps life
Just cannot understand
That my days left me die...