Weightless - Rökkurró

Giving empty promises,

we’re walking on glass.

Sitting on the edge,

waiting for us to slip.

My hands

are too weak to hold you.

My hands,

they let you go.

Bitter taste of your skin

burns my tongue.

Feels like the final night

before I wake up alone.

My hands

are too weak to hold you.

My hands,

they let you go.

This is how you love me

when all the love that you had is gone.

This is how you love me

when all the love that you had is gone.

This is how you love me

when all the love that you had is gone.

My hands

are too weak to hold you.

My hands,

they let you go.

My hands

are too weak to hold you.

My hands,

they let you go.