Morning grows near, oh I wish you were here, as I toss and I turn in my bed. I long for your touch and I miss you so much and the silence has torn me to shreds. But even in longing, I still feel the pronging of misery's poisonous claws, when in your perfection I catch my reflection and in it my numerous flaws. Babe, don't be afraid, you know I love you with all of my heart. Please listen to me, don't let those wicked thoughts tear us apart. You're brave and you're strong, I am timid and wrong, you're a diamond and I am but coal. You're the moon and the stars, I am ashes and tar, you're a nightingale I am a mole. Babe, don't think that way, these are the demons that bite at your soul. Please, come back to me, you're losing your mind and you're out of control. Well, this is my curse and it keeps getting worse as I can't hold these bad thoughts at bay. So I'll whine and I'll moan and I'll cry on the phone 'till I finally drive you away. And then I will ride with my deflated pride and the warmth of the blood in my shoe, 'till an ugly old scar and a broken guitar will be all that reminds me of you.
#Wanderlust 就愛漫遊 by Svavar Knutu
#花樣青春 冰島行 꽃보다 청춘 - Iceland