Reykjavik
was it sunday or monday or a whole lonesome week
it still is in my heart, comes to my mind
was it covered with snow
or subsided below
like a warm little animal by your feet
Reykjavik
made us slow our stride
not to move but glide
to be reflected in the glacial look of it
and someday
we all will think of one another
Reykjavik
Reykjavik
Reykjavik
Reykjavik
was it under my feet
was it played on repeat
in a monochrome slideshow of my soul
i'll always
remember you till the end
and think of you till the end
till the end comes
Reykjavik
Reykjavik
Reykjavik
Reykjavik