Going to Reykjavik
i've been watching the lamps burn
i've been listening to the wind chime
i've been waiting my turn
and i'm coming to you
i am coming to you
i am coming to you
and i heated the milk until it boiled
and i drank it down
and i stepped outside
and i checked my reflection in the rain
there were voices on the wind
winter coming on in
and i made myself up again, brand new
and i am broken and i am tired
and i'm coming to you with my mouth
dripping
Writer/s: The Mountain Goats