THERE IS A LINE OF FATHERS
JUST BEHIND MY SHOULDERS
I CAN FEEL THEIR BREATH ON MY NECK
THEY'RE MARCHING TOWARDS THE BORDERS
FROM THAT WORLD TO THE NEXT
GETTING YOUNGER
GETTING YOUNGER WITH EVERY STEP
CAN I COME IN, THEY ASK
I REMEMBER THE TASTE OF APPLES
I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF RAIN
CAN I COME IN? THEY ASK
I REMEMBER THE LAP OF MY MOTHER
I'VE FORGOTTEN MY MOTHERS NAME
BY THE TIME I CAN SEE THEM
THEY HAVE BECOME CHILDREN
WHO'VE FORGOTTEN
ALL BUT THE WATER IN THEIR MOUTHS
YES I WILL WALTZ WITH THE LIVING
YES I WILL WALTZ WITH THE DEAD
WHEN I LIFT HIM UP
WHEN I SMELL MY BABY'S HEAD
CAN I COME IN, THEY ASK
I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF THUNDER
I REMEMBER THE FEEL OF THE RAIN
CAN I COME IN? THEY ASK
I REMEMBER THE LAP OF MY MOTHER
I'VE FORGOTTEN MY MOTHERS NAME
THE LINE IS SO LONG IT'S A CIRCLE
AND THE CIRCLE'S SO DEEP IT'S A WAVE
AND THE WAVE'S MOVE INTO YOUR BODY
GIRL THAT'S HOW A BABY IS MADE
CAN I COME IN? WE ASK
THIS IS WHAT I CARRY
NOT A BABY
BUT A WORLD
CAN I COME IN? WE ASK
THIS IS WHAT I CARRY
IN THIS BODY OF A GIRL
CAN I COME IN THEY ASK
THIS IS WHAT WE CARRY
YES THE FUTURE
YES THE PAST
WALTZING BRIEFLY IN A MOMENT
IN A FEVER
THAT CANT LAST
THERE IS A LINE OF FATHERS
JUST BEHIND MY SHOULDERS
I CAN FEEL THEIR BREATH ON MY NECK
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023