Old Skin - Ólafur Arnalds/Arnor Dan

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

-music-

(It's not enough for me)

(It's not enough for me)

-music-

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

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

While this world collides

This world collides

It's not enough for me

It's not enough for me

-End