Þingvellir

The sights aren't all what they seem
We're set to believe all that we see
And your beauty escaped me
Like leaving the Icelandic sea

I'll wear you down in time
Like the rocks you wear around your neckline
And in fear of being oh so blind
Take my hand, we can walk this line

The sights aren't all what they seem
We're set to believe all that we see
And your beauty escaped me
Like leaving the Icelandic sea

In a landscape so divine
You fear its beauty will outshine
All those who graced its path
With its vast expanse of time

I wish you could see
I wish you could see
But our eye will no longer meet



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Charles Hughes-holland
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