Under an Irish gray sky
Written by Jesse Rómlárson

A cold wind
Carries my name
But no one hears it
No one came

I stood
On the shore
Of a dream that
Closed its door

All the songs I couldn’t play
All the words I didn’t say

The tide was low
The silence high
No echoes
Under an Irish gray sky

I wrote
With borrowed ink
On stones
About to sink

No band formed
No voice replied
Just silence
Under an Irish gray sky

No name carved
No verse kept
But I was there
I never left

The tide was low
The silence high
No echoes
Under an Irish gray sky

No name carved
No verse kept
But I was there
I never left

I never left…