Olafur Arnalds - Streets lyrics

The sun is old on water Yearling flakes keep whirling by Carry me awry Collapsing breaths discover Turning hope, new-boarded highs Receding howls dew the skies Closing eyes recover Amber light in wintry bed Can you pull me under the cold, charred sea? Whispered words of summer Fallen ode, a bawling bless Serenades the water and carries me anew In softest air, a stutter Steers the heart away from the bane Leaves the lasting sorrow and carries me anew