Writer(s): Nanna Bryndis Hilmarsdottir, Ragnar Thórhallsson, Arnar Rosenkranz Hilmarsson
Lost in skies of powdered gold
Caught in clouds of silver ropes
Showered by the empty ho- opes
As I tumble down
falling fast to the ground
I know I'll wither
So peel away the bark
'cause nothing Grows
when it is dark
In spite of all my fears
I can see it all so clear
I see it all so clear
whoa
Cover your crystal eyes
and feel the tones that
tremble down your spine
whoa
Cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed
and blend with mine
Making waves in pitch black sand
Feel the salt dance on my hands
Raw and charcoal colored
thigh- ighs feel so cold
and my skin feels so paper thin
I know I'll wither
so peel away the bark
'cause nothing grows
when it is dark
in spite of all my fears
I can see it all so clear
I see it all so clear
whoa
Cover your crystal eyes
and feel the tones that
tremble down your spine
whoa
Cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed
and blend with mine
But I'm okay in see through skin
I forgive what is with- in
'cause I'm in this house
I'm in this ho- ome
all my time
whoa
Cover your crystal eyes
and feel the tones that
tremble down your spine
whoa
cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed
and blend with mine
