with our fingers we make million holes we run and we fall into potholes on a mission to savor the world oh we peek at the sky through tree holes comet oh damn it the comet comes hurtling down on a precious plot of earth like the bugs in mother s flower bed we walk on long legs over the sea bed on our mission to save the world oh we need milk and cakes and a warm bed the comet oh damn it the comet comes hurtling down on a precious plot of earth grey leaves are too much for any mother to handle a father must pull his black hat down over the eyes8
['art pop', 'experimental pop', 'experimental vocal', 'icelandic experimental', 'icelandic pop', 'icelandic singer-songwriter', 'metropopolis', 'permanent wave']