Candles of kerosine
Light the graves on Christmas Eve
I squint my eyes
And I pretend it's the aurora
Erase, combine, erase
These overlapping shapes
I lose my sight
Along the shape of their becoming
On Austurstræti
A woman says to me
""In order to be still
You must begin with being still""
And so I stay that way
For most of Christmas Day
The sun it sets
In Reykjavík
At the same time as it rises
And the darkness
It moves around as I sleep
It's not where I think it should be
When I rise from my bed
And you are
A beautiful ghost
You clean my body with sulphur and salt
And the sound of flagpoles in the wind
And I think
That I prefer it this way
With everything quiet on Boxing Day
I am whole
You are whole
We are whole right now
We close the bar at four
And wait the eight hours more
To see the day
The unknown day
Minor Pieces - Brávallagata Lyrics
Minor Pieces - Brávallagata Lyrics
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Candles of kerosine
Light the graves on Christmas Eve
I squint my eyes
And I pretend it's the aurora
Erase, combine, erase
These overlapping shapes
I lose my sight
Along the shape of their becoming
On Austurstræti
A woman says to me
""In order to be still
You must begin with being still""
And so I stay that way
For most of Christmas Day
The sun it sets
In Reykjavík
At the same time as it rises
And the darkness
It moves around as I sleep
It's not where I think it should be
When I rise from my bed
And you are
A beautiful ghost
You clean my body with sulphur and salt
And the sound of flagpoles in the wind
And I think
That I prefer it this way
With everything quiet on Boxing Day
I am whole
You are whole
We are whole right now
We close the bar at four
And wait the eight hours more
To see the day
The unknown day
Light the graves on Christmas Eve
I squint my eyes
And I pretend it's the aurora
Erase, combine, erase
These overlapping shapes
I lose my sight
Along the shape of their becoming
On Austurstræti
A woman says to me
""In order to be still
You must begin with being still""
And so I stay that way
For most of Christmas Day
The sun it sets
In Reykjavík
At the same time as it rises
And the darkness
It moves around as I sleep
It's not where I think it should be
When I rise from my bed
And you are
A beautiful ghost
You clean my body with sulphur and salt
And the sound of flagpoles in the wind
And I think
That I prefer it this way
With everything quiet on Boxing Day
I am whole
You are whole
We are whole right now
We close the bar at four
And wait the eight hours more
To see the day
The unknown day
Writer: Ian Craig
Copyright: Lyrics © Mute Song Limited
Copyright: Lyrics © Mute Song Limited