Ólafur Arnalds - 0040

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 In these hands I'll hide While this world collides It's not enough for me 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 While this world collides It's not enough for me