PART 2: MORNING
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[Spoken Intro]
I stand at the threshold
In the liminal space of my own consciousness
A door closed shut behind me (Shut close, keep it close)
I can't see the way before me
Is there a word for this? (Never, ever)
Is there a word for this feeling? (Feeling)
(Varúð)
Th-th-then it was morning
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
[Chorus]
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-va—
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
Va-va-varúð
