no other

ólafur Arnalds

Speak slowly, tongue of winter
Leak only strokes of bright moonlight
These streets I've weaved with hunger
Repeatedly with white sheet eyes
Quiver through the nights

Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear
This city croons to me, no other
With dark descending phantoms
Haunts hoary heads the longest wail
Their hollow beat of footsteps
Will follow me midst snowy trail

Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear
This city croons to me, no other
Releasing all too soon, I'm near
To her my chest gives in, no other
(The grieving streetlights monitored me well
Since all was but frost)