Текст песни Ólafur Arnalds On "Old Skin" - Ólafur Arnalds

Where the woods would wear the wafting sounds of sea
Roves an oath, in search for something more to be
"Still hard for me"
Treading lightly, tightly shedding its old skin
Leaving trails of night for light to bring chagrin
While air grows thin
Wailing winds, alarm, in feathers it have dressed
Surrounding what's left inside its chest
We too shall rest
Roaring lungs, as oath becomes through flight past trees
Only the rhythm of love escapes the harmonies
Leaving us a beat
In these hands I'll hide, in these hands I'll hide
While this world collides, this world collides
It's not enough for me, it's not enough for me
(It's not enough for me, it's not enough for me)
In these hands I'll hide, in these hands I'll hide
While this world collides, this world collides
It's not enough for me, it's not enough for me
In these hands I'll hide,
In these hands I'll hide (Where the
Woods would wear the wafting sounds of sea)
While this world collides,
This world collides (Where the woods
Would wear the wafting sounds of sea)
It's not enough for me, it's not enough for me
In these hands I'll hide, in these hands I'll hide
While this world collides, this world collides
It's not enough for me, it's not enough for me