Thousand Eyes
Nanna Bryndis Hilmarsdottir / Ragnar Þórhallsson
Unto this storm
Unto this storm
Unto this storm
And wait
I can’t control withering wonders
Flowers that lose their shape
I lie awake and watch it all
It feels like thousand eyes
I lie awake and watch it all
It feels like thousand eyes
I’ll be the calm
I will be quiet
Stripped to the bone
I wait
No, I’ll be a stone
I’ll be the hunter
A tower that casts a shade
I lie awake and watch it all
It feels like thousand eyes
I lie awake and watch it all
It feels like thousand eyes
I lie awake and watch it all
It feels like thousand eyes
I am the storm
I am the storm
I am the storm
So wait