Текст песни Cannon - Árstíðir

Sharing body heat when it was cold
Letting go when we wanted to be held
United by thoughts we could not understand
I picked out a silly name
The only one that would rhyme
When I really wanted to call you mine
Humbled by the fact that it wasn't our time
I held a rifle
It ricocheted in my hands
I was marked by the cannon
Out there on the sands
In the last free place
In the presence of your grace
Wounded by the light of a soaring fireball
With cool hearts racing within
Your last touch is still on my skin
I picked out a silly name
The only one that would rhyme
When I really wanted to call you mine
Humbled by the fact that it wasn't our time
I held a rifle
It ricocheted in my hands
I was marked by the cannon
Out there on the sands
I held a rifle
It ricocheted in my hands
I was marked by the cannon
Out there on the sands
My mind still wanders
And if I can't find my way back
I will always treasure
The memory of your
Beautiful face