Fljótavík

We look over the rudder Cut off the sea We sail by the mast Stretch the sails We steer towards the bridge We sail ashore Up on the large rocks and the sand We wade ashore What a mess Fuckin' yeah! There I found myself Endlessly thanking Sheltered in a makeshift house And we slept As the storm died down --- Fljótavík - Sigur Rós