Changes of scene

Changes of scene
(Lag / texti: Magnús Thorlacius)

I’ve put the line on hold;
my body, my mind, and soul
to repair my worn out bones
and polish what before shone.

I need time for myself.
Almost within my grasp, my promised land.
Where they’re growing corn and I know no one.
Where my afternoons are spent with you.

It’s time for a change of scene
to break up this vain routine.
Reveal those dreams to me
with all the endless fields.

I need time for myself.
Almost within my grasp, my promised land.
Where they’re growing corn and I know no one.
Where my afternoons are spent with you.
Where all the days are all the same.
Where I sleep at night with you by my side.

[af plötunni Myrkvi – Reflections]