four lanes to the corner house
where the pipes freeze every night
we wake and the tub backs up
damp ankles every time
then locked out
we’ll stay warm somehow
I don’t know so I’ll wait
wait for the waves to rise
wait for the highest tide
until then it’s one hundred steps to the ocean
until then it’s one hundred steps
two stairs to the front door
where we searched for another key
cold sand under fingernails
chased goosebumps in the breeze
then lights out
the wind howls now
I don’t know so I’ll wait
wait for the storm to fade
until we’re less afraid
until then it’s one hundred steps to the ocean
until then it’s one hundred steps to the ocean
until then it’s one hundred steps to the ocean
until then it’s one hundred steps
you’re out
so long to be without
I know, so I can’t wait
wait for the wind to blow
wait to be on our own
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023