These tales that I traveled with are long
There are holes in the soles of these songs
And the wind didn’t listen
But it howled out decisions
And I’ve heard them all before
I couldn’t quite shack the truth when it was found
So I dug my self a hole deep in the ground
There was no place to left to that I hadn’t already ran to
But that’s just the way it’s always gone down
Red was the color that turned the knife back
So I hid my heart some place I couldn’t get at
There was nothing left to take that hadn’t already been took
But that’s me I’m just laughing killing time like some highway crook
I was awake there at your door
That was someplace I had feared so long ago
But I forgot what I was, was I your raven or your dove
I was just glad, glad, to be home
Red was the color that turned the knife back
So I hid my heart some place I couldn’t get at
There was nothing left to take that hadn’t already been took
But that’s me I’m just laughing killing time like some highway crook
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023