Snowblind
Ásgeir Trausti Einarsson, Pétur Ben
whipping hail on the highway
worn out wheels skating on the ground
I know this road like the back of my hand
breathless engine don’t fail me now
we’re driving higher higher further up the hill in blinding snow
higher higher static white noise on the radio
I don’t know who or what if anyone is really in control
higher higher white lights guide me on the icy road
white clouds crawling down the mountain
can’t see where one ends and the other begins
from a far I see headlights
burn through the storm and everything within
we’re driving higher higher further up the hill in blinding snow
higher higher static white noise on the radio
I don’t know who or what if anyone is really in control
higher higher white lights guide me on the icy road