The Ghosts You Draw on My Back
GUNNAR OERN TYNES, KRISTIN ANNA VALTYSDOTTIR, OERVAR THOREYJARSON SMARASON, SAMULI KOSKINEN
The wind plays flute
Through the cellar door
And on my window sill
Plays a sad old song
I hope tonight
You will touch my hair
And draw ghosts on my back
walk the shore
To impossible
Shout at screaming waves
Shout at silent rocks
I think tonight
I'll dream of salty tongues
So tears drips down my leg