الأغاني: Erlend Oye. Like Gold.

The line
that curves
and cracks
the wall
in two
and points
to where
your hand
is stretched.
My baby,
you're everything to me.
When you're gone,
there's no one,
I'm just lonely.
My baby,
I never use those words,
but that's all
I could call
someone as sweet as you.
Here
and now
the air the light
has burst
into
between
where you
and I
we rest
unfold
and melt
like gold