A Stutter - Ólafur Arnalds, Arnór Dan

The sun is old on water

Yearling flakes keep whirling by

«Carry me, me awry»

Collapsing breaths discover

Turning hope, new-boarded highs

Receding howls dew the skies

Closing eyes recover

Amber light in wintry bed

«Can you pull me under the cold, charred sea?»

Whispered words of summer

Fallen ode, a bawling bless

Serenades the water and carries me anew

Woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

In softest air, a stutter

Steers the heart away from the bane

Leaves the lasting sorrow and carries me anew