Eyes like the sky
never still yet always endless.
Crooked smile on
your smooth lips.
Everything crowned,
by a hood of gold.
Wild like the forrest,
cold yet inviting.
Like the coast of the north,
from which you hail.
Eyes like the sky
never still yet always endless.
Crooked smile on
your smooth lips.
Everything crowned,
by a hood of gold.
Wild like the forrest,
cold yet inviting.
Like the coast of the north,
from which you hail.