A Stutter
Ólafur Arnalds; Arnor Dan
The sun is cold on water
Yelling flakes keep whirling by
“Carry me...me awry”
Collapsing breathes discover
Turning all new-molded highs
Receding howls dew the skies
Closing eyes recover
Amber light in wintry bed
Can you pull me under
the cold charm sea?
A whisper words of summer
Falling ode, a bawling bless
Serenades the water
and carries me anew
In softest air a stutter steers
the heart away from the bane
Leaves the lasting sorrow
and carries me anew
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