A Stutter - Ólafur Arnalds/Arnor 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
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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
Ohhh
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In softest air a stutter
Steers the heart away
From the bane
Leaves the lasting sorrow and
Carries me anew
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