1. |
Too Drunk To Talk
03:50
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I'm too drunk to talk
You're too stoned to think
Why do I ring you at all?
Desperately trying to turn
my day episode into a story
'Cause you can't debate politics in the early morning hour
'Cause we only got three, four, five, six hours a day
To be in each other's way
Yeah we only got three, four, five, six hours a day
So I better think of something good to say
You're tapping barefoot over carpet
I'm making my way to the club door
And it's such a thrill
to check my phone
Guys, I gotta take a cigarette break
To be with you
With you
'Cause we only got three, four, five, six hours a day
To be in each other's way
Yeah we only got three, four, five, six hours a day
So I better think of something good to say
I better think of something good to say
We only got three...
We only got three...
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2. |
Cold Feet
04:27
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It's not on me
but I want to share the costs
If I can't hold your hand
then let me bear the cross
But don't leave me out
Don't, don't leave me out
Don't, don't, don't leave me out
I just put off my shoes
Sure, you don't want a tea?
Then let me tell you a dream I had
The other night we were out in the woods
started running and you said if we ran on
we'd be one
with time and space
when my dusk's no more your dawn
The thought made me sigh
and get up in the night
to play you Grieg,
my favourite piece,
And the varnish on every key
feels like your cold feet
in the morning
Don't leave me out
Don't, don't leave me out
Don't, don't, don't leave me out
I want to decide myself
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3. |
Jónsi
05:37
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White horses are running through my mind
From your lips where the sun has left its marks
I want to tell you about this girl I can't be close enough
and then I realize it's all you, then I realize it's all you
Jónsi, I dreamed I played your song
in a gym, on the organ I played you your sound
'I like this effect', you smiled with your squinting eye
but I didn't know your name then, and so I couldn't tell you mine
And if I stay in touch,
if only I close my eyes,
I will know the score.
And if I stay in touch,
if only I keep my eyes closed,
I will know the melody.
Wake up with your head in my hands
wake up with your hands in my head
wake up with your hands in my hands
wake up with your head in my head
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4. |
Offshore
05:45
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We have lost a friend
from thousand flights to better lands
found and lost again
again
'Cause we are not long enough on planet earth to notice
we can just feel the snow that's falling on our noses
We have lost an anchor
that makes us wanna go offshore
to all these promised lands
For we are ot long enough on planet earth to notice
we can just feel the snow that's falling on our noses
we are not long enough on planet earth to know this
we can just love each other like human beings
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5. |
Records & Rabbits
04:14
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She gives me chills
she touches my heart
without touching my skin
when she speaks
I actually listen
and when she's quiet
she tames oceans with her silence
I tell you
and you smile and mumble 'women are wonderful'
I think we both know
we shouldn't end up in bed
I think we both know
but you don't want to miss out
and so you tell me
about your records and your rabbits
and your view from the window that needs to be viewed
and I go home with you
'When was the first time?
And when was the last?
Are you telling me you never tried?
Well, how could you know?'
And I guess you're right,
and I find some comfort there
that at least you know
that women are wonderful
I thought we both knew
we shouldn't end up in bed
I thought we both knew
but you don't want to miss out
and so you tell me
about your records and your rabbits
and your view from the window that needs to be viewed
and I go home with you
I thought we both knew
we shouldn't end up in bed
I thought we both knew
but you don't want to miss out
I thought we both knew
we shouldn't end up in bed
I thought we both knew
that I'm only here
for your records and your rabbits
and your view from the window
and I go home without you
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6. |
Pouring
03:47
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I'm starting to believe
that we're all the same
the passing faces on the road
are just mirrors of my own
I'm trying to match your smile
from the other side of the room
I'm camouflaged in fitting in
try to look but not see
that the guy sings his lines
all about me
with eyelids shut
as though the world would only see him
if his world is dark
Nearly bursting out in tears
I burst out of the bar
eyes on the tar
just waiting for another call
to draw me to the next door
Where we all pour ourselves a drink
when we're too scared to pour out tears
and we just flirt with the girl behind the counter
ask the guys for a fag to not be alone
What is this game that I play
that no one knows the rules?
I dug around and found
not a single clue
Please take me somewhere
where I can escape my head
In the end it will be me and a glass
and their reflections at the bottom
Where we all pour ourselves a drink
when we're too scared to pour out tears
and we just flirt with the guy behind the counter
ask the girls for a fag to not be alone
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7. |
Too Short A Night
06:15
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Why did I never write a song about you?
But only beat the wind with curses
he didn't care to hear
only stopped stared at your verses
and read myself into every figure that appeared?
No night was ever long enough
to hear your drum-solos out
No wine bottle ever full enough
to fuel your waterfall of questions
you never failed to ask
if I kissed you this time
Before you stepped out in the night
a horseless knight in orange stage-light
with your shy posture
your ballet-dancing hands
your bopping hair
that always seemed to foster
any crazy idea underneath
No night would have ever been enough
to hear your drum-solos out
No wine bottle ever full enough
to fuel your waterfall of questions
you never failed to ask
you never needed to ask
if I missed you when you're gone
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