Sigur Rós
"Good Weather For Airstrikes"

I slide myself forward
through my head
I think halfway
backwards

I see myself sing the
anthem we wrote together

We had a dream
had everything...

We rode to the end of the world
We rode searching
climbed skyscrapers
which later exploded
The peace was gone
balance leaks out
I fall down
I slide myself forward through my head
I always return to the same place

Total silence
No answer
But the best thing God created
is a new day