Sigur Rós played Fljótavík A reverent calm Between bookends of heaven's thunder We were, everyone of us Hypnotized, given over to a beauty So consuming Like water to drown in
I don't know how long into the song But a thought of you broke into my heart Experimenting with chords Trying to hit the high notes Failing, even so all the more endearing Those notes were really high And you tried
I wanted to give you something good, pure Something to remember me by To take the edge off the bitter memories I blame on depression Memories nonetheless, ones that loom large Proven by miles and miles and miles Between
So I wanted to give you something good, real To serve as a bridge to one day cross Above a dry river bed That should have been teeming with water
As Jonsi hit the really high falsetto notes I felt something like a bolt of lightning strike through my very being He hit them perfectly But that's not what I heard That's when I felt that old familiar bittersweet feeling In the pit of my stomach And had to fight to keep my mouth from twisting I finally surrendered to the feeling that words will never describe But I kept the tears from dripping down my eyes Barely
And soon enough I was glad the song was over Even while wishing it would never end
I sat back in my seat I looked around to see if anyone noticed the anguish in my face I had to confess to a strong sense of paranoia Because really, who would take their eyes off of the stage When Sigur Rós plays Fljótavík?