The iron shadows
Hiding all our tomorrows
Black jewels and raindrops
Blind my eyes shut it won’t stop
You’re the birth and you’re the end
It is too late to pretend
You have been hurt
but you will rise again
The bleeding stops
so come what may
You can breathe my breath
Relieve our lives and our deaths
Like walk under water
Flee the stillness that caught her
Mistaken I’m waiting
Refuse to see she’s aching
Scattered thoughts echoed voices
Passing dream leaves no choices
Words by Grethe Årum
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