I always wanna see your eyes,
Always wanna hold your hands,
I always wanna feel your soul,
As my own nice heartbreak.
How hopeful it would be:
The shining of your eyes,
The singing of first birds
The flying of butterflies.
And when the dawn is coming,
Or the first star is shine
I'll remember your sight
How it was the first time.
Artist: Enslaved
Artist: Sunday Bell Ringers
Artist: Thåström