Ólafur Arnalds
Vast
My love is not one that will lose its worth
My speed is like that one you knew when you lit
Up the sky
Up the sky

Your light is that of my sweet breath when weaving
I am the iris of your pathway leading
To the sky
As the sky

Come back to senses in the space between us
The small blue of your open eyes is as vast
As the sky
As the sky