Old Skin - Ólafur Arnalds/Arnor Dan Where the woods would Wear the wafting sounds of sea Roves an oath In search for something More to be "Still hard for me" Treading lightly Tightly shedding its old skin Leaving trails of night For light to bring chagrin While air grows thin Wailing winds alarm In feathers it have dressed Surrounding what's left Inside its chest We too shall rest Roaring lungs as oath becomes Through flight past trees Only the rhythm of love Escapes the harmonies Leaving us a beat In these hands I'll hide In these hands I'll hide While this world collides This world collides It's not enough for me It's not enough for me -music- (It's not enough for me) (It's not enough for me) -music- In these hands I'll hide In these hands I'll hide While this world collides This world collides It's not enough for me It's not enough for me In these hands I'll hide In these hands I'll hide While this world collides This world collides It's not enough for me It's not enough for me In these hands I'll hide In these hands I'll hide While this world collides This world collides It's not enough for me It's not enough for me -End-编辑于2021/04/22更新