Susanne Sundfør - The Golden Age

The fading temple bells calm the waves.
The world rocks carefully.
The sand draws its constellations in the moonlight.
The clocks turn back time to greet the Spring,
while abandoned dolls in the seaweed dream
with open pearl eyes, among whales snoring
dark frequencies into the night.
We dream of stones now.
All the softness is gone.
Salt alters all that remains.
It shapes pebbles and eternal thirst.
It carves up your body, so that you too will vapourise,
and the rain will carry you out to sea

Slowly, I wake from a dream to be in another dream
Where everything moves to the beat of a resonating drum

It rings louder and louder and longer and longer
All the way to the border
And back to when we were young and out of our minds
Out of our minds

Slowly, I fall into a dream to think that's just a dream
As breathing in and out with my beating heart

It beats louder and louder and longer and longer
All the way to the border
And back to when I was young and out of my mind
Out of my mind