Fog Banks - Eivør

Misty clouds, drifting down

They sweep through our village

Without a sound

You stand by the window staring out

Into the valley

Grey gives in to grey

Everything is veiled today

But the mountaintops

Are still bright spots

Somewhere above us

Something’s looming in your eyes

A distant horizon I don’t recognize

I just can’t reach you no matter how I try

We’re becoming strangers

Grey gives in to grey

Everything is veiled today

But the mountaintops

Are still bright spots

Somewhere above us

Nothing here’s the same

When you seem so far away

I don’t understand

But I’ll hold your hand

While we wait for the sun