I once owned a bird
But it moved from my hand to a swarm
When I left for the sea
Time went by I did not come up
Like a whale that refused to breathe
Go up and breathe in
Birds fly ahead in the thick dark sky
I can hear their wings beat
This is the night I will make a fire
And warm my empty hands
Warm my empty hands
While endless tides surround my isle
2012 • There Is Not Enough Space in the Dark
2009 • Every Seaman’s Got a Favourite Spaceship
2009 • Every Seaman’s Got a Favourite Spaceship
2009 • Every Seaman’s Got a Favourite Spaceship
2009 • Every Seaman’s Got a Favourite Spaceship
2009 • Every Seaman’s Got a Favourite Spaceship
2012 • There Is Not Enough Space in the Dark
2012 • There Is Not Enough Space in the Dark
2012 • There Is Not Enough Space in the Dark
2012 • There Is Not Enough Space in the Dark
2012 • There Is Not Enough Space in the Dark
2012 • There Is Not Enough Space in the Dark