Thought Spun from Thought Spun by Myrra Rós

Thought Spun

We didn’t ever think
The silence would take hold of us
Lips that stick and nothing slips
The waiting game until someone trips

Does anyone, anywhere, feel anything at all?

All I really want to give you is on hold
brushed of with the strokes
you painted me so differently
I'm opaque for all the world to see

But that is not me
That is not me
at all
At all

Some days I take flight
But fear has the longest fingers
You are good at snapping wings
Into a thousand pieces

Some days I take flight
But fear has the longest fingers
You are good at snapping wings
Into a thousand pieces

Without even noticing

• Folk
• indie pop
• Stokkseyri