Sometimes the hardest thing that can be asked is “how do you feel?”
And sometimes we give up the best thing we have simply so it seems real
And sometimes the lighting’s just right, and we think we’re in love again
It’s unkind to call you my killer, so I call you my friend
There is no distance too far, when I listen I always hear you
For you are the symphony strong enough, all bottled up as if braced for eruption
So sometimes I ride through the side streets and replay that song again
It’s unkind to call you my killer, so I call you my friend
There’s no losing out when you’ve already lost what you might have had
For all that you are makes it clear that we two should not speak again
But sometimes the night takes a turn, and you’re laying me down again
I call you that you are my— I call out that you are my—
I call out that you are my killer, but the world hears “my friend”
Yes, though you’ve been strictly my killer, I have loved you my friend
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023