Seven days out from port, the hull sprung a leak.
Taking on water fast, with no time for to speak.
Abandon ship the captain cried, as he held his heavy head.
With a tear in his eye, and belly full of lead.
Though he trusted his first mate, he couldn't help but feel betrayed.
There he left the helm to him, and there now it would stay.
Into the deep blue of the sea, filled with brine and overgrown with weeds.
Where the sound is all turned down, and the bottom feeders feed.
What's lost is lost and gone for good, when your heart is made of wood.
A splintered knot is all you got, no questions asked it's understood.
But what do you see wont you tell me, at the bottom of the sea?
Are there shipwreck trinkets for your greed, or did you do it all for free?
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023