The Ghosts You Draw on My Back
The wind plays flute
Through the cellar door
And on my window sill
Plays a sad old song
I hope tonight
You will touch my hair
And draw ghosts on my back
walk the shore
To impossible
Shout at screaming waves
Shout at silent rocks
I think tonight
I'll dream of salty tongues
So tears drips down my leg
Autor(es): GUNNAR OERN TYNES, KRISTIN ANNA VALTYSDOTTIR, OERVAR THOREYJARSON SMARASON, SAMULI KOSKINEN
