Sunday Drive - Ásgeir

Sunday drive

Like we always used to do

Park the car in the panoramic view

I stayed inside while you photographed the lake

Pretend to drive I pulled the parking brake

Felt like time was standing still

Sun was poring on the hill

And I weightless in the air

Floating far away from here

Tires turn and slowly crush the ground

I still hear a terrifying sound

I search for help and meet my mother’s eyes

She stares back completely paralysed

Felt like time was standing still

Sun was poring on the hill

And I weightless in the air

Floating far away from here

Certainly a reckless life, I

Pull myself through the shattered window glass

An avalanche is running through my head

But it moves and my clothes are painted red

Felt like time was standing still

Sun was poring on the hill

And I weightless in the air

Floating far away from here