The longest lauds my memory,
but she knows how it's haunting me;
That's why I think that she had stopped waiting.
The latest said she'd make it stop;
She laid my neck down on the block,
but she just gave me the most half assed chop.
They seem to always get the better of me.
When you live in a town long enough,
then every time you ride the bus,
becomes a tour of all that fucks you up.
When her apartment's on the route you take,
literally everyday,
you constantly get to relive those aches.
I've gotta get myself the hell out of this place.
Gotta inject my life with some sort of pace.
I see the winter's started weathering my face.
I've gotta get myself the hell out of this place.
Alex says she's sick so I walk her back to the hotel.
Now i'm drunk walking downtown Toronto.
Andy and I climb to the top and through another dizzy spell
I am crushed by the humanity below.
The absurdity of all those traffic jams,
that keep important folks from their important plans.
As they try grasp significance with their own hands.
Convince themselves that without them the time just stands.
On the good days you might feel a bit free.
On the bad days you might be standing up here with me.
It all goes on until it stops.
First we get on then we get off.
From way up here the bottom looks just like the top.
My breath fills the window with fog,
I feel my head nodding along,
And i'm distracted as they play her favourite song.
See we'll just latch our focus on to anything.
To make all of this not seem so damn crushing.
We want so bad for all of this to mean something.
But from up here I see no harm in being nothing.
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023