Live Long — Kings Of Convenience

Summerchild that sits by the water

weaving sunlight threads in his hands

the golden river that day a shelter

a stream where he could make pebbles dance

you looked around you, nobody had taken

any notice of what you saw: against the evening sky a formation

a million black birds looking like one

live long

save ten years to remember

live long

hold it in front of your eyes once more